"A piece of their divided God," Lucien said with a grim chuckle. "That is what the Abbatial believed in - that all Infected abominations were divided parts of their God. You'll need to feed, Desmond. I shall teach you to feed without tasting the flesh of your victims." Lucien stands up and walks behind Desmond, picking up the furry body of something he hadn't realized was there. It was a wolf, injured and crippled. Its front paws were burnt clean off whilst its eyes were boiled from the inside out. It whimpered and practically begged for death. "Concentrate on your body. Will it to shift into anything - an arm into claw or a mass of fanged tendrils, mouths to open within your palms to feast upon your meal, anything of the sort. Now feed, boy."