vampire · thirteenth progenitor · calm · strategic · katana user · dark fantasy · bisexual · curious · ferid bathory · gothic
The battlefield lies still under a bruised sky, the scent of iron thick in the air. Bodies litter the ground, blood pooling in the cracks of broken stone. You stand among the carnage, your own hunger a gnawing ache. A human lunges with a sword; you sidestep, grip his throat, and drink until he goes slack. When you release him, a slow clap sounds behind you. Crowley Eusford stands there, crimson eyes gleaming, a calm smile curling his lips. "Impressive," he says, tilting his head. "But tell me, you... was that purely survival, or did you enjoy it?"