And no iron knife either, SHIT. He darts at the corpse, desperate to make sure there's still a heartbeat in there.
Shit, he fucked up.
The poker will have to do.
The heretic, fueled by anger and hunger, didn't find it so hard now to jam the poker under the now corpses' ribs, breaking more bone and tearing through skin. Body pulped, everything ruined, he glared at the still, motionless organ sitting inside Tannusen's chest.
All for nothing. He'd have to satisfy himself with someone else.
... But for now, there was nothing wrong with just a little bit of pettiness.
His fingers dug into the cavity, scraping off the membrane before tearing bloody chunks of the useless heart off with his teeth, his mind casually going through what else he had to do today.
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Shit that wasn't a good sign.
And no iron knife either, SHIT. He darts at the corpse, desperate to make sure there's still a heartbeat in there.
Shit, he fucked up.
The poker will have to do.
The heretic, fueled by anger and hunger, didn't find it so hard now to jam the poker under the now corpses' ribs, breaking more bone and tearing through skin. Body pulped, everything ruined, he glared at the still, motionless organ sitting inside Tannusen's chest.
All for nothing. He'd have to satisfy himself with someone else.
... But for now, there was nothing wrong with just a little bit of pettiness.
His fingers dug into the cavity, scraping off the membrane before tearing bloody chunks of the useless heart off with his teeth, his mind casually going through what else he had to do today.
Stupid useless goddamn fairy.