Beginning of the hunt.

That europhic and wonderful thrill he always felt, it made him feel so great and thrilled.

His whole blood felt as though it was seething with joy, bliss, and pleasure from that thrill.

That thrill of making his prey despair before sending it to hell.

That is truly a great feeling that he would forever be addicted with.

Aven thought with a devilish smile, as he didn't seem to mind the fact that he might become a devil incarnate.

Now, let's see who will be the next prey.

Aven muttered.

Veil of Darkness.