Uriel was certain: the monster was laughing, and it drove him into a deep rage. Anger—a feeling he had not experienced in a long time—began to resurface. It was as if his brain were awakening old sensations again, as if this battle were slowly bringing him back to life.
Did it find this amusing?
Uriel understood that, at the end of the day, this monster was likely just that: a creature that sought only to feed and devour others, to satisfy its hunger like a wild beast. But the fact that it enjoyed doing so meant it was capable of thought and fully understood the suffering it was causing.
Uriel's fists clenched.
So it could reform itself even after being destroyed again and again?
Then he would gladly fight it for eternity. He would kill it over and over, crush its body a thousand times with pleasure—forever.
