#ekero

Large hands holding the drained body up, ice blue eyes flicker to her as he removes his mouth from the priests neck. Blood covers his lips, he’s not a messy eater when drinking but one can’t help the warm red liquid getting into their mouth like that. Ekero tilts his head and *grins* at the frightened woman, her hands subconsciously go up to clench the rosary hanging around her neck. His own release the cooling body and it hits the ground with a thud.

“Oh my dear, I never was. That was your own fantasy pushed onto me. I have never outright said I was this chosen one of yours, I am so much older than your petty little religion. I remember when your followers were being murdered for their faith in the early days, I remember when the old gods reigned over the land, I remember hushed stories of fear of natural disasters played up as the will of the gods. And let me tell you my dear, they are all dead. The old and new gods? They do not care for the lives of the people they supposedly rule over. If they did, they would not have created creatures such as myself to feast upon your flesh.”