slaughtervein

Only the strong survive. And weak mortals bleed. Then get found, with their mangled faces down, blood soaking the ground.

I see these demons in the darkness. Though they know not, I've already been in The Belly Of The Beast.

You can taste his acid upon my flesh. Feed from me and I shall burn your soul. Is there a water -Holy- enough to wash away the sin and corruption from my existence?

I've lost my Steel Rose. Her metallic thorns may never pierce my bleeding heart again. What have I done?