Feeding 1(Open)

The Doom of Malan'tai had read in his research where the dead were laid to rest. He walked through the large gates and grinned he could already taste the souls and opened his mouth. He began sucking in the air to lead him to the best soul. He stopped over a grave and knelt down by it. He started breathing in to draw the soul up from the ground and fed on it.

He sighed contently and stood up again looking over joyed he glanced around feeling glutenous tonight.

Kris walked into the morgue, looking over notes in his folder, yawning and cracking his neck, "Damn..... I can't make heads or tails of this...." He came to the cemetery to study sometimes, no one ever bothered him here. He saw a man there eating some glowing stuff, Kris decided, against his better judgement, to walk towards him.

Malan'tai rose and looked over at the new comer. He rose slightly and turned toward him his black eyes with red pupils locked onto Kris's. "You come at an inconvenient time mortal. Fortunately for you I have already eaten. I am Malan'tai, emperor of the destroyed Ixoran race. And you are?" Malan'tai certainly had an air of authority and power around him.

Kris looked over this man with interest, "Call me Zero." Kris cracked his knuckles and put his books into his bag. He looked over his shoulder out the window, "You know, we get so many emperors of this, supreme lords of that, I can't keep track. Who were the Ixorans?"

Malan'tai said with a distinct grin that showed a passing interest. "Oh I apologize, I just thought you had already met one of us... Tiberius Ralin. In fact he's told me that he worked with you for a time. I must congratulate you on your survival." Malan'tai began floating toward Kris watching for his reaction.