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 ( Read more... )

It is a very ordinary-looking thing, really.

Small. Lacking in detail, slightly tarnished, even. The black stone it rests on shines more in the odd half-light.

Beside it, a silent fight rages - a slight girl against a thing out of some nightmare, moving so fast, so fluidly, sometimes they are a blur moving around the stone, but there is never a ( Read more... )

Harth is outside, in the shadow of the trees, staring up at the night sky.
Every breath you take
She's here.
And every move you make
Melaka is here.
Every bond you break, every step you take
He sighs unnecessarily, tilting his head slightly, looking even younger than his physical form is.
I'll be watching youIt's a wonderful feeling, this place. ( Read more... )

It had been a long time to not see or hear of the Slayer.

She is usually so busy, always. Running for Gunther still, despite his involvement with Harth's previous plans, getting into trouble... Fighting. She fought, always. And not subtly either. No, Mel fought and killed (Vampires) lurks with a joy that brought sharp, conflicted joy to his heart ( Read more... )