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"Scream of the Butterfly" His black talons shone in the firelight like beacons to his madness.  The sweet scent of fear filled his primal nostrils with a sultry seductiveness unmatched by anything this existence could ever hope to offer.  The unsurpassed exhilaration... the perfect harmony of pain and terror... humanity was a symphony, and he was its conductor. Matagar examined the weeping figure he held pressed to the ground with one massive foot.  She was a pathetic sight, indeed.  Her black tresses were matted and soaked in her own blood and tears.  Her clothing was torn - shredded in some places - from where his talons had raked acros