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Tyson bore his teeth as he scowled at the other man, his more primal side easily showing because he was surrounded by so many unknown supernaturals. “Gifts? Man, you have to suck blood to survive and you can’t go out in the daylight. I’m not sure why you think that’s a gift.”
Osiris was silent for a moment as a wicked grin slowly crept up his face. "I get to thrive off of the life force of others, gaining strength from their sacrifices to me... I live like a god. Why would I trade that, for pathetic mortality?" As he spoke, he inched closer to the other, his gaze and his words both dripping with insane malice.














