blood soaks the ground like a heavy rain , smoke rises from spent gunpowder as shotgun is quickly reloaded with buckshot... iron and sulfur fill his nose as a putrid stench , bodies torn asunder , ripped apart by his brutal hand or with the bite of lucifer’s bane. his heart still pumping with adrenaline , furious eyes stared with hunter’s intent at the feathered man standing before him. magic... a deal. i can smell it off you. a void present , a heart missing , a price he paid for a contract , maybe ? teeth grit together as grip tightens on the hilt , growl emanating from his throat as a warning. i’ve killed more for less...
/ / one liner call ( open ) : @thetalented
