(Thirst) Nacht, Bloodlust Awakened


As cheers washed over him, Nacht could not quell the excitement welling up inside. Here, the more he slaughtered, the more he was lauded. Seeing his pathetic victims begging for mercy titillated he cleaved their heads from their bodies, fresh blood spraying into the air like a fountain, the whole arena would quake from the roars of the crowd. Wine and women were nothing compared to the thrill of the arena.


See Nacht, Bloodlust Awakened.

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