"Believe it sky, he soul so sweet, is now mine on that I feed. He heart is shattered a million ways, you could forever, and die in days. Her soul is gone and body no more, if you seek a scapegoat, then at me you should be sore." The feline smiled, knowing all too well how sweet the soul tasted, how much fun he had tearing it asunder, how much he reveled in destroying evey strand of memory and life's energy.