47. Bonds We Make

He tempts, seduces, his voice a lull of melody. He shines, shimmers, a splendor to human eyes. – Bloodsongs.

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(Ahriman)

He was restless. He had taken too much time to gather his strength back and today’s surprise attack was sweet and wild. He saw the fear in the girl’s eyes, for the little one.

Oh, he knew humans, their greed, their selfishness, but he also knew their bond with another human and it felt good to use just that.

The human girl, the weak and puny one that was going to destroy – destroy, ha! He laughed, it was a mighty big joke – him loved the little one. It was sad he couldn’t do more than just project the image and threaten.

How he wished he could take on the little girl. He could swallow her down his stomach.

She was sweet, the blood in her pure and the soul, untainted, rich and succulent.

He could smell the taste of her soul, could imagine the bright scent of her fear if he attacked and that made him thirsty. Thirsty for a little human blood.

He hungered.