S a n g u i n e

   ‘ OH, NO, SIR, it wasn’t a challenge at all. I was only having fun. It was a joke.‘

“A joke. Ah, of course, It must have been a joke! Surly one wouldn’t dare think to seriously challenge their Brother Blood... Why don’t you tell another, hmm? I’m sure my congregation would be more than pleased.”

‘ hmm . ‘ 

“What flavor, what might! Tell me, visitor, what are you to be blessed with blood so delectable?”

“It’s Brother Blood, yeah? I knew a Baron Blood once. He was total fucking nutter too. Any relation?”

“Quite unlikely, my family has kept in the habit of only keeping one son for quite some time. The son must kill the father and bath in his blood, such has been our way since the inquisitions... Now, shall you tell us just what business you have with my congregation?” Certainly it had nothing to do with the fresh blood dripping from off the high priest’s hand, or the handful of red-garbed cultist that currently picked at a corpse behind him.

             ❛      that’s going to be a PASS from me.       ❜ she took a cautionary step backwards, as if she had entered an     ( eyes wide shut )      scenario and she didn’t bring the proper mask             it wasn’t something that she was wanting to be involved in, no matter the compliment that he may had extended towards her.

“Your name, sinner. I wish to know it so that I might write it within Lord Trigon’s book.”

         ❛       s o r r y   !   you want me to do what   ?       ❜ she would give him another opportunity to edit his inquiry or melt to the floor beneath him entirely. 

“Your blood, let me taste of it.” Brother Blood of course poses the question once again- surely no different than he had previously. “I sense great arcane power within you, power I wish to use to bolster my own. You may offer it to me freely or I can BATHE in it by force. I assure you one is infinitely less painful than the other.”

goat by dekades8

                                    Blood is what makes tragedy thrive; it’s how Homeric heroes were acknowledged when entering the domain of the dead. Suddenly, when skin is slashed, the ghost of greats take interest in the entirety, begging that he bestow more blood for their presence to be prolonged and perfected. She remembers reddened rivers, basking in brutality from the offerings he supplied. So maybe she wasn’t the spirit he sought, but he graced her with both glory and gore. Endless streams of ecstasy floated onto her ivory existence, bestowing a creature with cardinals, giving this killer color. He made her laugh when stuck in this wretched realm, but upon embracing freedom, he was the first form she sought as a means of expressing her appreciation.                                   ❛ Being of brutal breath, bless the blood you’ve offered… I came to offer my loyalties, if of course, you accept this apparition. I know very well I’m not the specter you seek, but the pain I invoke comes with passion - something rare in the revolting wretches who try to triumph these days. ❜

Clasped within taloned fingers was a deep, golden chalice. Quite old and still baring the stains of past offerings. Filled with swirling, vibrant blood, Sebastian holds it for the banshee to take. “Blood of blood. Drink, and your loyalty shall be bound by communion.”

and explain who TRIGON is . 

His reply is curt, the crimson glow dissipating within clenched claws. Yes, he had intended to try and wound the creature who had so nonchalantly intruded upon his proceedings. “Have you blood to spill? Flesh to give? Sin to lay upon my pedestal? Ours is a Lord of blood and destruction, conqueror of realms innumerable and extinguisher of souls uncountable! As his emissary I pledge to you that he is not of the habit to grant safe passage of those who come upon his holy grounds unbidden.”