Evan clearly realized that his current state was the same as that of Goat Jem, who had forced himself on Saddam.
The latter had originally been a Beyonder from centuries ago, with perfectly normal sexual preferences.
But after merging with a goat, he had taken on too much of the modern public's beliefs about all those old legends and rumors involving goat prostitutes...
Which had led him to assault Saddam.
And Evan's current situation was remarkably similar to that goat's.
He had clearly had no conscious desire to act immediately, yet the woman's pleas and the emotional resonance of the people around him...
Had poured into his body through the heroic role Demon Hunters had occupied throughout history.
Then those wishes had actually taken control of his body, making him attack the thief directly.
The whole process had been so seamless that it rivaled his own defensive instincts.
Since they were not far from the City Police Department he had just left, the thief's screams immediately drew the attention of nearby officers.
By now, Evan had released the boy's hand.
The boy's face was deathly pale, but he showed neither fear nor any inclination to beg for mercy.
He clutched his wrist, letting his completely broken hand dangle and swing below it, connected by only a scrap of skin and flesh.
Through gritted teeth, he snarled, "You're a freak! I curse you to die a horrible death someday!"
Evan's lips curled upward. He was just about to mock him when he suddenly heard sobbing.
Then he saw three children run out of a nearby alley, dressed in rags and so hungry that their faces were sallow and gaunt.
The children were filthy and disheveled, their bodies reeking sourly from going so long without bathing.
Lice and other parasites were visible