BLOODLUST#48

1137 AD. 

I wiped the blood off my chin after I dropped the last body to the ground. We had destroyed a whole village again. I, my mother, and Solomon. It was becoming a habit now, and I felt if we continued going at this rate, we could wipe out the entire human race.

We had been slaughtering villages, week after week, trying to subsidize the demonic hunger that raged within us. Suzana had told us the hunger would be gruesome, but the way we ate had passed the expectation we had in mind. We were brutal, heartless, and with no emotions. The only thing that ran constantly in our heads was the bloodlust. 

Philomena, my mother, turned and looked at us. Her chin was dripped with blood, and her long scarlet hair fell to her waist. I looked like a replica of her,