Damien sat at the head of the dining table, his frame hunched over the hearty meal placed down for him. A large, raw steak, a bottle of pure, refined blood and a casserole, infused with blood sat before him, ready to be consumed. His fork stabbed the steak, hungrily watching how the blood was pierced from it, staining the white china immediately. His knife followed, cutting the piece into tiny bits, before popping it into his mouth. He preferred human blood or a particular witch's blood, but this would do for him. He opened up the bottle, pouring himself a tall glass of blood, rinsing his mouth with it. It was sweet, indicating that it was a human's blood.He liked all blood, though, human blood was his favourite. Vampire blood didn't really do it for him, it was quite tasteless to say the least. The worst tasting blood for him, was the werewolves. He absolutely detested it and only drinks on rare occasions. Witches, however...Damien has had a chance to taste a witch's blood, he has
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