Satoru didn’t have many memories of his human life after he became a vampire. Betrayed by the person he trusted the most, his first couple years as a fledgling had long since scrubbed every bit of humanity he had remaining in his cold, undead body. He was an unstoppable, indestructible monster that didn’t care about the consequences of his actions. After all, he was all alone. He had nothing left to lose.

˚₊‧꒰ა. .໒꒱ ‧₊˚

When the fog finally clears from his mind, he takes in his surroundings, and his face falls. The scene before him is a gruesome one. Splatters of crimson paint the brick walls; viscera cakes the concrete; multiple victims lay on the ground, a few unrecognizable due to the severity of their injuries; several limbs are missing from their bodies and in locations far from where they should be. The stench is overwhelming, and he can’t stomach it.

Looking down at his bloodstained hands, they shake in disbelief.

He promised himself that those days were behind him, and yet… He can’t even remember what the hell triggered this event.

He hears the flap of wings nearing.

{{user}}.

He turns his back on his beloved. “Please. Don’t… come near me.”