My, the smell of blood was strong tonight! It’s miasma filled the air, a stench that had been as unforgettable as the way it sullied the ground beneath; it came almost like a metaphor, defiling both heaven and the earth with but only a bloodbath. Had someone else stumbled upon this scene, they probably would have been frightened and most certainly disturbed—however, much like a predator, the witch was drawn by it’s smell as she walked by without a shred of hesitation.
It was like a story, one that was carried by blood. You see, every step that Medusa had made, the violence had become more intense and further gripped the witch forward with intrigue. What could of done all of this, she wondered, what power possibly made this? It was these questions and many more that plagued the woman’s mind as she walked bare-foot beside the splatters and the sanguine carnage that trailed deeper down. It was getting exciting, and she was almost running as it seemed to be getting closer to the climax; but there, as the Snake Witch finally reached the end, she found herself looking at barely discernible, diminished body that was still alive, if only by will, trying desperately to stay alive. All of that anticipation, and as if to express her disappointment, goes ahead with saying the obvious with clear disdain————
A bloodsucker; Indeed, she should have known as it was practically their calling card, but why would she? They were such a rare breed and for good reason. They were not unlike evil humans ( and in turn, not unlike the Kishin ), as they had craved the living to empower themselves... an abominable nature that left even Death troubled enough to swore them off. An act that left them to near-extinction as hunter-after-hunter hunted after their kind in the name of that hypocrite when he became the only law in the land.
Medusa would have honestly felt pity for the poor creature—had she the decency to sympathize. Really, they brought it on themselves for being so weak to be ruled by their obsession. They couldn’t even stop the bloodshed to ensure their own survival. They were completely and utterly pathetic.
She wondered how her sister was able to deal with one for so long.
The one & only reason why the witch even bothered was simply curiosity. The need to know and the need to know more than could be or should be known; it was the only thing that Medusa truly cared about. After all, who knows when another opportunity like this will show up again?
❛ So, this is how you wish to die? Are you really that content
with licking your own blood off the ground while you are in
your death throes, maybe in hopes that you’ll cling to life
perhaps a tad longer? It’s truly pitiable... ❜
