Way Out of Milliways
Demon blood is disgusting. But Harth doesn't mind that, not really. It's strong. Powerful, and that's what he needs. In a literal hell, that's all that matters.
The body drops to the floor, flesh dulled now he has drained it. The young vampire steps back, eyes still burning gold at the strength of it.
He's lost count of how long it has been, not that it matters. All he has to do is keep looking. Keep going.
Not as if there's much else to distr-
The demon's thick prehensile tail whips over his shoulder, barely caught in time by Harth grabbing it, digging (claws) nails almost through the thick hide. That thing, he knows from observation, is strong enough to tear his head from his shoulders if it managed to wrap around his neck.
Apart from the tail, though? Not that tough. Hooked fingers so strong they might as well be claws punch through the comparitively weak chest cavity. The thing screams as it dies - not fast, but inevitably.
Idly Harth licks off a trickle of blood running down his arm.
"Sorry," he says to the creature, with a grim smile as the thrashing subsides. "M'too young t'be ashes. You understand."
The body drops to the floor, flesh dulled now he has drained it. The young vampire steps back, eyes still burning gold at the strength of it.
He's lost count of how long it has been, not that it matters. All he has to do is keep looking. Keep going.
Not as if there's much else to distr-
The demon's thick prehensile tail whips over his shoulder, barely caught in time by Harth grabbing it, digging (claws) nails almost through the thick hide. That thing, he knows from observation, is strong enough to tear his head from his shoulders if it managed to wrap around his neck.
Apart from the tail, though? Not that tough. Hooked fingers so strong they might as well be claws punch through the comparitively weak chest cavity. The thing screams as it dies - not fast, but inevitably.
Idly Harth licks off a trickle of blood running down his arm.
"Sorry," he says to the creature, with a grim smile as the thrashing subsides. "M'too young t'be ashes. You understand."