Second Interlude
The shadow was startled. The voluptuous woman’s soul was a beacon, a star. A shining thing that made the entity recall those who had once lived free on the island, who had escaped deprivation. When humans were fresher and purer and unsullied by modernity.
Her passion was uncommon, so voluminous, so rich in expression that the entity almost forgot about the other humans it had begun to consume. Her man’s passion mirrored her own. He was easy to latch onto for his desire for the woman filled his every pore. But she was an unexpected delight.
The shadow was shaken. It was enraptured by the woman’s joy. It was resentful of what the woman had. His joy had once been robust as well. Fleeting. A phantom memory that eluded him, that it had tried to grasp for over a hundred years. A futile act. Better to eat.
Yes, it took time to establish contact with humans through portals. The waiting was sometimes unbearable. But the entity had waited before, would do so again. What a feast she would be.