Apocalypse Baby - Chapter 37: Goddess Who?

... it slid down his throat:

’Consume everything,’ he said to himself inwardly.

’Leave nothing left.’

He slurped at the egg with an intensity that could only be described as desperate.

It wasn’t elegant.

It was primal like a starved beast finally finding sustenance.

He was gulping it down as if his very survival depended on it, and to some extent, it did.

The taste was unlike anything he’d ever experienced—rich, invigorating, and oddly satisfy ...