Skech: The Ultimate Cleanser

He stood looking down on his victim, a blank expression on his face. Yellow, glowing eyes took in every detail, every nuance on the female's corpse. Skech closed his paw, as fur and skin turned to shale. His finger joints cracked and a fire rose into life around his newly changed appendage. Cracks rushed up his arm, revealing that his blood had turned into magma and it pulsed to the beat of his heart still. He pondered the point of this wasted life and its very finite span.
"In the end we all will be cleansed," he thought to himself, while leaning down and reaching for the corpse.

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