[ His eyes widen at the confession, but instead of being repulsed by the idea his words touch something deep in his subconscious where memories still lingered. He had done the same to stave off the hunger. Drank the blood of insane vampires before executing them making himself more and more unstable with each drop of blood tainted with insanity he drank.
.... Memories he could not remember, but the beast leashed inside did and he stared down at the words, typing a response, and before he realized what he was doing, sent the reply. ]
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.... Memories he could not remember, but the beast leashed inside did and he stared down at the words, typing a response, and before he realized what he was doing, sent the reply. ]
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