What does he want? Joscelin himself isn't quite sure. All he knows is that, despite the hunger, he feels right for the first time since he woke up here this morning. None of the foolish childishness or maudlin sentimentality. He isn't worried about right or wrong, just power.

Ah.

Perhaps that's it.

Energy. I'm rather less than picky as to whose. Human, god, or ayakashi.