#amon 01

[pater-vanidicus-blog]

@iustixia

“Finding myself yet in another social experiment.” An amused smile formed on Donato’s lips as he waltzed through the yet unfamiliar streets of the by far most hostile and interesting city he had ever seen. The smells and noises were numbing his weakened senses, it was a little sad that they had to take such a large amount of his strength away from him, he felt like an infant again. 

Just as when he held his mother’s hand for the first time. Ah yes... his mother. It wasn’t the time to think about her now so he tried to focus on other things. This was a new start for him, a new chance to create another sanctuary for himself. Passing by a sea of unfamiliar faces he noticed that not many of them were humans, but they weren’t ghouls either. 

Some held hands with others and shot them glances that a man of his profession shouldn’t understand in first place. But did that mean that there were children around...? Not that anyone would get the false impression of him, by God he would never harm the name of the church in this way, no... his only plan was to sink his teeth deep into the flesh of a little lamb.  

And just then light sobbing caught his attention, how fortunate, it seemed like he would enjoy his stay in this city more than he expected at first. 

“There there... no need to cry.” 

Not yet. 

[beautyfoundinoblivion-blog]

@dainokishi

It is generally advisable to avoid going down an alleyway in Sector 03. However, the corollary to this is that it might not always be your choice.  But no matter what circumstances behind one being in an alley in Sector 03, things weren’t going to end well.

The case in point: two men, one gun, a fight over money.  It ended with a series of gunshots.  And, if fate had been smiling on the murderer, it would have stayed ended there. But even with his ears still ringing, he felt the presence of someone behind him.

The criminal in question took off.  His clip was too small and his nerves too frayed from his recent killing to stick around.

Beauty didn’t watch the man flee.  His only concern was on the corpse, which he grabbed and hoisted up, pressing it against the wall.  There was no pulse against his thumb where he gripped the body around the neck.

He had less than a minute to act, but his breath was shaking regardless.  He had to let go of his conscious mind and let the iron smell of blood overwhelm him or he would be sick.

He was almost sick anyway when he bit into the shoulder of the body.

At least, once his fangs were through the skin, it got easier.