The dreaded Heart-Eater beat his powerful demonic wings once more, coming to a halt in the air as a cannon blast of air rushed up behind him from the sheer speed of his movement, causing his loose leg meat flap excitedly.

Even though it had only been less than a minute since Seth blasted him in half, tearing his serpents tail off and forcing his legs to revert to their tattered state, they were already starting to knit themselves back together.

As he hung in the air, his feline eyes glittered with a dazzling silver, the world before him utterly dark and lifeless, the only colourful things filling this world were the dozens of flickering orbs contained within blackened silhouettes, as well as hundreds of dancing luminous strings of light.

The threads ebbed and flowed, shifting like a tide in with gentle waves constantly moving through it, as bright motes of light travelled down the threads, relying orders to their lifeless puppets.

Following the motes back to their origin was simple, but even without doing so, he could see that every single ethereal thread, no matter how far it spread or what it controlled, always lead back to a single point. Even the little bird that was flying above the battlefield, invisible to all the worthless humans, was still connected to this point in the end.

All of them lead back to a single glowing orb, an orb that burned brighter and larger than all of those surrounding it, utterly dwarfing those nearby in the Heart-Eaters vision. It was like comparing light from the sun versus that from distant stars.

A devilish smile spread across his face, as he licked his lips as if he could already taste the bird man's heart. It was going to be absolutely sweet and oh so delicious~

He beat his wings again, blasting himself through the air before folding them against his back as he tilted into a dive, plummeting head first towards the sun-like soul.

"I found you bastard! HAHAHA!"

Shouting at the top of his lungs, he let out a maniacal laugh and slammed his hand directly into the silhouette's face and gripped it tight like a vice. His entire dive, he had been keeping his soul sight active so that he could make sure to hit the right target.

Lifting the body up slightly, he slammed it back down as he kept travelling through the enemy's back lines with the momentum of his dive. Shoving the bastard's body into the ground, digging a deep furrow in the tarmac as they travelled, Heart-Eater let out another maniacal laugh.

Before his enemy could react, he released the bastard's face and held his hand flat like a dagger before ramming it deep into the bastard's chest. He felt around for that delicious morsel, eager to gobble it up and wield an army of stone himself and yet... he felt nothing. It was hollow.

His crazed smile dropped, being replaced by a look of utter bafflement as he deactivated the soul sight granted to him when he had eaten the Cat-Sìth's heart. But what he was looking down upon was not the ruined face of the bird man's true form and was instead... ice cream?

He had grabbed some kind of ice cream mascot, just an ice cream cone in a cowboy hat. But... But how? He had been tracking the soul the entire time, this definitely had to be the right one.

His eyes turned to feline slits once again as he rapidly scanned the ice cream cone, desperately hoping that it was just some kind of disguise and he was hiding inside of it, but there was nothing. Nothing!

It was completely empty. Gone was that blazing sun of a soul, there were just some of those silly little strings attached to it.

"More tricks? Where are you bastard? Show yourself you damn coward!"

"What are you talking about you idiot? I'm right here."

The Heart-Eater whirled around at the sound of the voice coming from behind him. He ignored the trembling, pathetic whelps he was surrounded by after dragging that damned ice cream deep into the enemy lines. They didn't matter, most of them could barely do more than wet themselves upon witnessing his majesty.

All he was focused on was that blazing inferno of a soul. He caught sight of it, exactly where the voice had come from, but before he could move an inch to capture him, it disappeared again.

"Or am I here? Or here? No, I'm here."

With every sentence the voice moved, coming from a different being every single time. And every single time he turned his head to look, the radiant soul wasn't there. There was nothing but empty vessels and worthless, terrified humans.

Sure, he could eat them as well. But those useless piss-ants weren't going anywhere. Plus, and more importantly, this one man and his army of stone was really starting to piss him off big time.

Heart-Eater gnashed and ground his teeth in annoyance, slamming his fist into the strawberry ice cream face of the mascot beneath him, shattering its head completely, before he took off with another powerful beat of his wings.

He flew back, hovering over his own army of meat shields, and toned out everything else in the world except from the sight of that radiant soul. His silver eyes darting back and forth, keeping track of it as it bounced between vessels like a ping pong ball on crack, never settling in one place for very long.

There was no pattern to its movement, it inhabited different stone bodies seemingly at random, whether they were close to him or far on the other side of the battle. But one thing was consistent, it always travelled through these little strings. That had to be how he was doing it.

One of the Heart-Eater eyes shifted back to normal, losing its silvery lustre as his pupil returned to a circle instead of a slit. But it was only one eye, the other stayed cat-like, allowing him to gaze into both worlds at once.

However, seemingly by coincidence, it was at that same moment, as he regained part of his vision in the real world, that he saw something in the corner of his eye. An arrow was curving through the air towards him, moving like a sparrow as it darted and flipped, completely defying the physics of how a normal arrow should move.

He leaned his head back just at the last minute, letting the arrow sail harmlessly past his face. But as it passed in front of his Heterochromic eyes, eyes that were allowing him to see two separate worlds over lapping with each other, did he see something wonderful.

On the shaft of the arrow, just like on the stone men, were those little strings.

Moving completely on instinct, taking advantage of another unique part of the Cat-Sìth's miraculous, soul devouring nature, the Heart-Eater leaned forward and clamped his teeth on the open air behind the arrow.

For those who had seen it, it seemed like he was simply trying to bite the arrow and missed. But as his teeth clamped around the spectral threads controlling the rocketing arrow, it suddenly ground to a halt.

It was yanked backwards by an invisible force, like a dog sprinting too far on a short leash. With a single shift of his jaw, the Heart-Eater cut the string with his teeth, causing the arrow to fall limply from the sky, utterly devoid of the miraculous magic that had allowed it to defy physics mere moments before.

Now, it was little more than a normal arrow, utterly beholden to the whims of gravity.

A cry of pain echoed out from the battlefield, a sound that was absolutely far from uncommon. In fact it was almost drowned out by an ocean of similar sounds, as well as the clattering of weapons and clanking of armour.

Yet even despite that, the Heart-Eaters ears picked up on it, and a wide sadistic smile made itself at home on his lips once again. All because he recognised that cry of pain, it was from the same voice that had been mocking him.

Flapping his wings, the Heart-Eater shot forward again, once more flying directly towards the luminous sun of a soul. His body twisted and weaved through the air as he flew, dodging the hail of flying arrows that assaulted him.

Yet they hardly damaged him, most managing to barely cut his skin never mind pierce him properly. They were like insects, buzzing around him and just waiting to be swatted away by their superior.

Much like flies, fearing the might of a superior predator, they all made sure to stay away from his mouth, their master clearly afraid of losing them to his bite once again. But it wasn't them he should be afraid of losing.

When the radiant soul darted away, abandoning the vessel he was charging at, Heart-Eater didn't despair. There wasn't even a hint of annoyance, instead there was only amusement. Without hesitation he wrapped his tendrils around the stone warrior, binding its arms so that it couldn't move, before tearing into the threads controlling it.

His teeth shred the strings to pieces, causing the stone figure to collapse to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The Heart-Eater could barely contain himself, as he let out a maniacal laughter not just at his enemies minion falling, but at the fearful screams echoing from those nearby.

Releasing the useless minion, he dove after the radiant soul, chasing it through the ranks and nipping at its heels. Whenever it rested in a vessel, he made sure to tear apart the strings connected to it.

There was even a few times where he almost managed to snap his jaws around the radiant soul itself, but it was a slippery little bastard. No matter though, for he had found what he was looking for.

The entire time he had been chasing the soul, seemingly directionless and simply moving after his target, the Heart-Eater had been scanning the enemies lines. There was a reason, after all, he had switched his eyes so that his vision overlapped.

He had a hunch, for obvious reasons, that the tricky little bastard was hiding his real body in the crowds. Hiding in plain sight. But finding it wouldn't be too hard.

The bastard might be able to shift around his soul, but he wasn't able to change what he was or how his powers worked. All the Heart-Eater had to do was look for the odd one out, to find the one person amongst these crowds that had strings connected to them, just like the minions and the arrows.

'Found you~'

Heart-Eater cackled to himself, swerving his flight away from the soul he was chasing without warning, and immediately flew directly towards a single body amongst the crowds. A young, one armed man that was being held up by strings. He had finally found the flesh amongst the fields of stone.

And now, it was time to feast.

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