Prompt: Macbre
Fandom: True Blood
It was a horrible sight to be seen, yet there was beauty to the carnage of course it was his own work of art, tearing out the human's throats and hearts before drinking away their mortal essence.
Though, if he were to admit he did it all for the Viking before him, he wanted the warrior. Even now, as he looks over the mangled corpses with whatever blood was left in their system spurting over the muddy ground like a waterfall. Those who lived through it moaning in agony, casting up a symphony as the fire burned around them.
"What is your name?" The Viking gasps out, pulling a smirk onto the man's face.
Leaning down he smiled, blood dripping from his mouth. "Godric."