Void stood over the corpse of the large man, with said man's heart in his hand. He then lifted his shirt and shoved the heart into the giant hole that was in the center of his chest. The minute he set the heart down in his chest, he felt it, he felt the dead man's pain, his suffering, his sorrow, his love, and most importantly his happiness. Then it exploded, the heart overloaded and proceeded to become the blood that now covered the alley way. This was the fourth heart he had used this week, and his experiments were starting to show results. When he figured out what exactly "emotions" were exactly he would be able to start testing on why he always had a hole in his chest no matter what form he took. Were he a normal human he probably would have felt joy at his progress as he walked back to the house but he didn't.
Anyone who was looking would have seen a man with platinum blonde hair, covered in blood, wearing a t shirt, with a hole going through his chest the size of a cannon ball, and jeans walking down the streets. Occasionally he was pulled over by the cops or someone who thought he was the reincarnation of their god, but other than that he usually made it home without any trouble. His home was acceptable for his needs and his family often displayed the emotion of enjoyment when inside.
