Learn To Eat

"She what?" Raewyn nearly shrieked into the phone.
"You heard what I said, she ran out into the night and ate someone. Archon, it sounds ridiculous put that way, but Wind, what do I do, how do I get rid of the body?" Liryc's voice grew higher and higher to the point of hysterics. Though Raewyn could not see her, she knew Liryc well enough to know that she was crying. She could just imagine her red eyes and that same helpless expression every time she had to deal with such matters.
"Liryc, calm down. Calm down. It'll be okay. Have you told anyone else?"
"I only sent a message to Necros and asked him to come back but what do I do, what do I do?"
"Just stay at home, I'll be there fast. Then we'll decide. Don't do anything rash, I'm on my way."
Liryc sat in a crumpled pile on her bed. For a moment, she thought, "I've got to stay strong, I've got to appear strong in front of Rika."
She realised how ridiculous that statement was. Why would a murderess who grew on the streets of a city where the dead live need her to be strong?
At that moment, Enrika came into the room.
"Leee-reek," She called in a singsong tone. "Where's the-"
She paused abruptly as Liryc hugged her tightly. She froze and her muscles tightened, a reflex born of the streets. She relaxed slowly and returned the hug awkwardly as Liryc's tears started to wet the back of her dress. Enrika was suddenly reminded of what had ran through her mind on the previous night, how soft and warm and delightfully enticing Liryc's body was and she hugged tighter. Enrika nipped her neck playfully and she asked again.
"Where do you keep the candles?"
"You mean you're still going to carry on with that?" Liryc sniffed slightly, wiping her tears away.
"Might as well. Meditation helped me when I was back at Necropolis."
"You've got my music now."
"But it's not fail-safe. Last night proved it. It might wear off too early and I think this can be my backup."
A single tear ran down Liryc's face again. "You think my music's useless." She turned, back facing Enrika. "Kitchen. Second cupboard from the right."
"I didn't mean it like that, Liryc. Surely you're not so dumb to see that this is just in case of emergencies, right?"
"So now you're calling me dumb. Get out of my room."
"Liryc, I-"
"Get out. I'm tired."
"I'm sorry." Enrika muttered and stomped out, slamming the door.

"Necros!" Raewyn called out as she saw the familiar unfolding dark shape. It looked like a splotch of black unfolding upwards from a rectangle of inky darkness, forming into a humanoid shape. As it finished forming, the man turned towards her. He was robed in black, a glinting sickle of green and red on his belt. He was not particularly handsome, but his demeanor indicated strength and authority in all matters.
"Oh, hey Wind, it's nice to see you again after so long. Are you here because of Liryc's situation?"
"Yes, but that's all you have to say? Nice to see you?"
"Raewyn, Raewyn, you were the one who left after all. We could not, would not stop you. And why should we? All we could do was to carry on. No point weeping or dredging up past feelings against you."
Raewyn snorted. "Ever the rational one, aren't you."
He shook his head. "After you left, I went to the Aluvan Mountains. I needed to think some things through. Thank the Cadaver Lord that my trail of knowledge led to him."
"You're a priest now?"
"Yes. I am a priest of the Ghoul King, He Who Feasts Upon The Dead, The Cadaver Lord."
"How coincidental. I suppose that's why Liryc called for your help."
"Oh, no, they don't know yet."
"Then this is extremely coincidental."
"Why?"
"You'll see."
They walked together to Liryc's home.

"Enrika is an eater of flesh? This is extremely alarming, yet I believe that my god has brought me here for the reason. She is quite obviously of Morgiddian's own. Let me see the girl, Liryc."
She brought Enrika before him, deferring to his judgement regardless of how she felt. Enrika herself fidgeted nervously, not knowing what was going on.
"Hmm. I can see it." Necros murmured a few syllables of prayer and his eyes seemed to emit a heavy, black fog. The smoke dissipated as it fell towards his mouth and his iris' had a small, fiendish red light glowing through them. Suddenly, the room felt a lot more colder from before.
"The green eyes with a slight core of red, very hard to spot, but certainly of the Charnel God. I can see that insatiable appetite for human flesh. Sweet and raw. The lack of discomfort from the sudden drop in temperature, no wonder you survived in Necropolis." He muttered as he examined her.
The smoke suddenly stopped dripping off his eyes and the red glow ceased to be.
"Yes. Now, what shall we do with her? Miss Enrika, how would you like to study under my wing the ways of Morgiddian, the Eater Of Corpses? And not just the religion, but I could give you a proper education. You will need to find ways to obtain your provender without alerting the public. I can teach you."
"I, uh, I don't even know who you are."
Necros started laughing. "Indeed. Let us now introduce ourselves then, shall we? Then, we shall decide whether you're willing to learn. One thing at a time."