A/N: Okay, well I don't usually give warnings, but this one's a little gory/sadistic...just letting you know in case you're like Jasper and can't stomach it :)
A splatter of blood licked up the Prince's arm as the silver knife entered the man's oh-so-fragile body. The blonde hair was dyed a rough, uneven shade of crimson. Specks of the red substance were sprayed across his grinning expression as the knife was raised and slashed against the dying man's chest. His widening smile caught a few drops of blood giving his teeth a demonic allure.
Belphagor watched with a hungry expression as the foolish heart pumped more and more blood out of the numerous wounds in the man's body. It raced towards it's final beat - killing his victim faster...'perfect'
He felt a gory satisfaction creep up his spine and his hairs stood on end as the man screamed in agony. His body shook and writhed in pain as Bel slowly let a silver knife run it's course down the man's limp arm. The razor sharp edge sliced through the flesh without even a hint of pressure. The knife had been sharpened with precise movements until it could cut a piece of hair laid over the blade. Now the Prince could no longer contain his euphoria. He lovingly caressed the maroon edge, feeling a wound open on his finger. The blade was not stained - nothing this lovely could be considered a stain - instead the blood acted as a decoration to the intricately carved metal.
Slowly, the yells began to stop and Bel watched in dismay as his play-thing lost it's voice. He thrust the knife into the man's throat in frustration and licked his lips as more gore splattered onto his face. He lifted his hand and watched as a drop of his own blood leisurely rolled down to his fingertip. It seemed to fall in slow motion before the Prince's eyes. 'Such beauty...should not be restricted to myself alone...'