How had she ended up here again. Up to her ankles in blood, covered from her cheeks to her shoulders in gore, golden locks now streaked with red. She panted, body and mind both having to catch up with her actions in a strange way. She felt so disembodied. Not like the souls she had freed from their mortal coil but minutes prior... nonetheless she was still away from herself during such a... such a carnival of violence and carnage. They were the only words for what she had done. Her hand reached out and closed around the metal shaft of Chastiefol, her weapon. She pulled, but it didn't give. The sound of something below it drew her attention downward. The weapon pierced just below the heart, very precise given it's overall size but not surprising considering her goal. The cut had given her a few moments where the blood pumped itself right out and up into the open. She licked bittersweetness from her lips, felt the gore between her teeth bruhsing against her gums. Tasted like vangelist and vaetian alike. Such moronic ideals to kill for. Such stupidity to kill for.
It played in her memory. The scene was already in motion long before she ever arrived. She was attracted to it because of the way it smelled, true to herself. From miles away something piqued her interest. It was obvious what it was, Almira was a vampire after all. Blood splatters carried the scent a fair distance through diffusion, even if it hadn't been because someone was smacked square in the jaw by a crude, nigh on blunt mace and sent rocketing into the sky. The scent hit her like a freight train, even from so far away and so high up in the air. It was akin to waking up Thanksgiving morning and smelling the spices being thrown about the kitchen. That intensity and almost tangible intensity of scents was the same for the vamplette, who hadn't properly drained a meal in just barely too long. This would be bad for those present...
The small skirmishes on the borders were nothing to be afraid of, they were a constant in an ever changing world, even as some sides become tolerant, or grow tired of fighting all day long. Somehow this specific one had drawn her attention, and that made it special. Black lines trailed into the face of the woman just around her eyes, luminescent fangs bared with a sharp hiss glowed against the dark night behind her dark red lips. Almira took a backseat to herself as she always did when the urge came over her. Instinct became her MO. She rode Chastiefol like a witch's broom in the night sky directly there with no hesitation, no reservations about the deed she was to commit. They were none the wiser that death itself was drawing nearer and nearer by the second.
The battle raged for a while still, by the time she arrived blood was in no short supply. No one took particular notice of another unholy presence. Some would have seen her an ally, others another enemy. Almira only saw red lines in the bodies where the inner highway of blood transported the waters of life. No one wore colors of allegiance beyond that they were all mortals to her. They'd decided to fight for something this petty, at least in her mind, so they could all die for a better one. To feed the Queen.
They could all die to satisfy Almira. Amid all the chaos of the battle it was too late before anyone noticed she was there taking advantage of everything. A fledgling vampire murdering everything she saw, slashing them down with shadows, with the spear, and with blood itself. She ran forward, into the mass of bodies and slammed her spear into the first thing she saw. His cry of pain was of no consequence to anyone, but the impact with the blunt end of Chastiefol crushed his diaphragm and all of his ribs all at once. Blood shot from his throat, directly onto her face. Smelled of Valkyrie and righteousness. She recoiled the spear, spinning and cleaving free his head in a deft motion that sent the appendage rolling as the blood in his body sprayed into the air, forming a mist around the woman who inhaled it into both nostril and mouth equally. Her eyes closed as the sustenance that kept her alive filled her. It didn't douse the flame of her desire. It fueled it like nitrous. Her eyes opened then, black replacing white in the sea around her irises that were more red than before. Her feet carried her to the nearest pair of combatants, locked in combat before her. She didn't think, only acted, channeling a blade of shadows for each of them right into their exposed necks. More blood. More fuel. More ruthless she became. She pounced them in their confusion, taste of Dreadnought thick with arrogance, and Nephilim, wrought with piousness. Her fangs slashed more then they pierced into them as she bit cleanly through flesh to the bone, then through that as well as she gorged herself. Soon her senses alerted her that someone had came too close. She sent Chastiefol, spinning like a buzzsaw, clearing an area around her and freeing more sweet red from another five of them. It bent to her will, collecting around her body and forming a large hand that dragged forward, into the fray, confusing everyone that wasn't immediately drowned. A cluster of bats larger than a single person's body should have been able to produce flew with it. Almira was culling them now, just because she wanted to have it all or none of it. Somehwere the voice of reason chastised her. You don't even have room for all of this blood! it chided but even that voice knew that for some reason that was never true. There was always space for one more body, and the last victim was no different. His entire throat was open, and she gorged herself, carving in deeper, tearing through flesh and bone as she drank her fill. His head all but fell over while she desiccated the body. And then she dropped him as if he was no longer a person, splashing into the rather large puddle she'd formed around herself. It took less than ten minutes to reduce them from two armies to one mass of hysteria and confusion. She panted, breath baited and slow as it freed itself from her lungs. Slowly the blood began to rise and swirl around her at her behest, her hands rose at her sides slowly in response, focusing her power to manipulate the very essence within it. She opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and the blood flowed into her slowly, allowing her to savor the medley of flavors and commit each one to her memory. It splashed against her tongue on it's way down her throat, coating her mouth in red, turning pearly whites into bloody stones. Her mouth snapped shut as the last drop disappeared and she looked around her. Not a soul survived her onslaught. None escaped. This was especially brutal even for her. She felt nothing for them in all honesty as she reached the end of the movie playing in her mind. She whisked the blood and gore from her body into a sphere before her, staring at it with an expression equally born of curiosity and desire. Before her very eyes it seemed to break free of her control and take the shape of a demon's skull that seemed to be just as curious as she. "What are you..." she asked stepping back, but the sphere moved in step with her. It opened it's mouth but didn't make a sound. Instead it whispered in her mind in a kind of way that is impossible to explain. It was akin to emotions ringing in her body, emotions that mirrored how they looked upon each other but also of greed, lust, and envy. She gasped. It nodded to her. "A sin born of both desire and curiosity," she felt compelled to say. It nodded. "Gluttony. You are Gluttony." she said as Chastiefol appeared in her hand defensively. It shook it's head. This collection of emotions moved around her, sizing her up. "Not gluttony?" it stopped and it's blood-borne eyes seemed to look deeper than into her own. "Wait... you are gluttony," she could feel. It seemed to form fangs. The skull went through a somewhat grotesque transformation, reshaping into a woman with bouncy golden locks, fangs and a distinct air of regality. "You are inside me?" she asked. The face made a frustrated grimmace she herself had practiced. "You are me?" it finally smiled and morphed back into itself. "So all of my life... the lack of control was because of you?" It almost rolled it's eyes... if it could make that sort of thing clear with it's single solid color. "When did you... we come together?" she asked. The emotions in her mind started up again, answering the question in the most difficult of ways to understand for one not merged with a sin. It was just that, a batch of sentient emotions, an echo of a being known to the world long ago. And it had chosen to meld with her when she was born, a young vampire, no less a pureblood. It was too good an oppurtunity to pass up. And so they merged. As she saw it now, he was simply manifesting through herself, he was not a seperate being. No they were one in the same she could feel. The being was simply choosing now to make itself aware to her. It was now to truly become one with her, or at least to start down the road to doing so. The orb moved closer and she held out a hand to touch the bloody sphere, undaunted. He was always with her but now... now they would be together truly, a force of hunger that would never be stopped. It moved quickly, sinking fangs harder than just a liquid should have been into her neck. She gasped as the blood seemed to infect her body at that spot and fell to her knees into the grime and gore below. She hacked and coughed, holding onto where fang had met flesh. It felt almost as if it were burning, etching itself into her neck quickly and causing her eyes to darken once more as confusion and fear seemed to quickly be over ridden. Her body writhed a bit as the visage of the demon became a tattoo upon her neck for all to see her for what she was. Her eyes snapped open, the resistance stopped and she fell back to sit upon the balls of her feet. She looked around herself, seeing the world through eyes opened anew. Her nostrils were filled with scents she previously felt nothing for, ignored. As she rose to her feet, using Chastiefol to steady herself she seemed to look out at the surroundings. The sound of beating wings filled her ears as she turned to see reinforcements were coming for the Vangelists. Suddenly she was filled with that hunger once again. Instinctively she produced a chain from her side and gave a grim look at the three as they came towards her quickly. She swung the hook in a small circle, her eyes locked onto the lead valkyrie. That was her first target. Her chain flew through the air quickly as she slung it will all of her might. The hook dug into the surpised Valkyrie's armor and she yanked him straight towards her, feeling his energy fill her body. As he closed in she seemed to smile and her prey felt fear grip it's bones. Her mouth opened before she could respond and her body was immediately set upon by Almira's newfound energy, rending the woman into naught but a mass of blood that absorbed right down into her bottomless well. The other two were smarter than he was, deciding at once to run, rather than stand and fight. Knowing she was not as fast as they were, she merely watched them run to tell the tale of how one Gluttonous vampire reduced a battlefield to nothing but empty husks.
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