I get asked if I’m a slutty satanist, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. I worship the blood I spill from the veins of insolent whores and innocents. I pray to the screams and pleads my victims offer me. My divine is the final breath, that last pulsing heart beat, before I snuff out my prey. I’m a blood witch through and through, eager to come and butcher you, or with you if you’re the right type.
If you’re not, you’ll have to find out the hard way at the wrong end of my knife. I don’t like a quick snuff, I like a slow scene where I can lavish in the final breaths and baited instances of your complete failure to survive in this horrid world. I will be your Alpha and your Omega, and you will worship the carnage I leave behind in my wake.