@revolver-jesus
The battle had ended a few days ago and Serph was way more drained than he’s expected. And that... that made his hunger worse.
The price paid for becoming a demon, no way to ever fully sate the hunger and if it was left unchecked the starvation would result in madness. Reliving those affected of their human rational and turning them into a predatory beast.
And that was not something he could risk. Better to at least choose whom you eat than to become a monster that devours his comrades.
So... here was nervously looking around in the dark hour, his arm had transformed leaving him more demonic than usual. Salivating from his jagged, shark like, teeth...
“I need.. urk...” His attention if pulled away as he smells someone nearby. “You.. h.. hey. I need to eat. Where.. ah.. do you know of any... people I could...?” That’s such an awkward question but he’s getting desperate. Maybe he should have just asked for more demon scales or... or something? But it just hasn’t been enough.