Fic/Fant
They are literally like animals, do not think of it as hunting humans, they are not, they are missing something huge, they're not human, they just look human.
Imagine if you were hanging off a cliff and someone who had the strength to pull you up just said "No because you're icky"...if you managed to get back up on your own you would probably hurt them.
Obviously as a fantasy because it's wrong, and the conscious part of me actively wants to stop it from happening to others, but there is a part of me that wants to make what happened to me normal and ok (by it happening to others, so that it's "just a part of live everyone has to go through")
Fantasy/Fiction
They deserve no compassion, no empathy, no therapy sessions with sweet talking ladies, they deserve steel toed boots to their fucking teeth until they die, but that is not enough, the news of their fate has to be spread, in legitimate forms, it has to be part of the culture, the celebration of the mutilation of demons. Their rapes and assaults and tortures won't be covered up or pretended not to exist, they will be acknowledged, and systemized, and the people will rest assured these things walking in human skin and flesh are answering for their crimes of arrogance against the spirit of humanity.
The Trench