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[It was times like this that Zero realized what little control he had over the monster within him. Was it the whispers from his ancestral lines that whispered words of hatred for the monsters? Was it the desire for revenge? Or did both of these just melt together with the beast that craved the blood of the prey he hunted, the draw of purity difficult to fight.
There were four of them he couldn't help but find himself curiously drawn to within the facility. The power contained within their blood a constant assault on his senses, tantalizing him with desire. Previously, he'd been able to shove the obsession with most of them to a level that was manageable-except one. That overwhelming desire was a constant in whatever form she resided and it was much different than this.
This one had tripped a trigger with her actions, a very personal one, rage white hot and blazing out of control in the hunter. Barely contained sanity lingered within Zero's grasp, the flash of madness in his eyes something no one could miss.
The look of a dangerous predator that sought his prey, wanting to destroy and devour the monster until there was nothing left. No chance to regenerate. Making her powers his own. There is nothing 'human' about this feeling at all.]
You don't venture out of your protective realm near often enough.