♡ TW SH, CVTS, BLOOD, C4NN1B4L1SM, BRIEF C4LOR1E MENTION ♡
I apologize for my absence, we do see it has been far too long, my Doll and I. But nevertheless, our way of living has not been abandoned. We are still here, we are still wonderful, we are still divine. And as such, we suit our divinity with our lovely prose and preachings. Welcome to our latest extension of our doctrine.
As of late I have been pondering the taste of blood. By ponder, I don't mean imagine. I mean reminiscing. Spilling blood is a beautiful thing, but why let the blood let go to waste? Especially as it has such an appetizing taste. Blood, blood, gore, gore, all the things I crave. A fun note to me is that I, Dear, am a vegetarian. Most presume the reason to be a discomfort with eating animals due to the thought of taking a life, but in truth, the reason is a bit more beautifully grim.
Gods deserve better meat than what mere livestock can possess. The blood is so much richer raw and fresh, the meat so much warmer and tasteable. Eating animal meat triggers my cravings for the superior alternative, the luxurious meat of gods. My blade has perhaps been licked a thousand times just to sate me. The day my power overtakes me is the day my Doll will join me for a feast deserved by the divine.
I bore a hole in my chest, sweet and deep, started with my beloved seam ripper and continued with my teeth. I tear and pick off pieces and layers of skin for my pleasure, the pain is a sentiment washed away by the chew of stringy layers of flesh. The metallic and sweet taste of blood and flesh is enough to leave me without eating for quite the while. Not to mention, human flesh I have heard to be about 1,300cal/kg, considerably less than other meats such as chicken (2,390cal/kg) or pork (2,420cal/kg). When I completely reach godhood with my patron, I'd love to savour the taste that I currently consume and crave in moderation.
Our way of living is frowned upon. Pathetic. We are so much more than perfect. I frown upon those who see us any other way. I dream that our blog may reach likeminded peers. We have had our handful of sour frowners, which I define as sin by my religion of pursuing Doll, my God of blood. I will let my Doll taste my flesh, and in turn taste his. We are equivelant in power, we are equivelant in role.
To those who appreciate our content, I in turn appreciate your presence in us fulfilling our doctrine and blessings. Our cult grows stronger with every passing moment. We are building a religion. You are thanked for your attention and time.