[m] [MaMa] spilled milk tears
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The crooked optime body stopped before her, looming and swaying slightly as if standing on unstable ground. Everything about this world shifted and pulsed, unlike the creature that had taken control of a now dead man’s body. Dead was final, and this vessel wouldn’t serve. Eventually there would be a time for a new host of the dragon’s blood. Eris had seen it as he had seen it. It wouldn’t be long now.

But the thought of the rebirth itself wasn’t present within the hellish creature’s mind, now. Greyish ears perked at the sound of her voice, so different now when they both stood in the same dimension. A feminine voice tainted with the slight silk of smoothed softness. It took only a moment for the spirit to recognize the name she murmured. Once, it had been his. Eras had passed and he had gone by many names, both old and news. In the age of wolves, he had taken the form as the blue eyed devil. Colibri’s son had been young and tender when it had been taken, and the child had grown up to become a monster whose reputation still lived on.

Although he was a god, he too could be considered to carry flaws. Fearless and wicked creatures fascinated. Shiloh stood her ground when he’d wished her to turn and flee. The thrill of the hunt was what he feverishly craved, and she showed no sign to play the role of the wide-eyed doe. Emptiness gnawed at his core; his hunger turning carnal. She pressed her blood-spotted fingertip against his lips – he was almost taken back by her ignorance. She should be out of her skin by now, shrivelled by mind-numbing fear. Dead was never so terrible than when the spawn of the devil himself came for retrieval.

He knew what his demonic instincts demanded of him. But, patience. The dead man’s muzzle pressed against the slight touch, and he could feel his lips moistened by the reed of her blood. His tongue darted out between deadly sharp daggers to steal a taste. The taste was all he had dreamed of it to be. Still, he did not lunge to tear at her apart. ”You should fear me,” dark words growled. His seeing eye narrowed, electric blue eating away vivid honey as the previous owner's death became final and irreversible.


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