Blood scourge was a vile thing to have especially when it comes to hunting. After decimating the Queen of Vilebloods, Alfred felt a certain lust he had never felt before, and he knew from there he was going to lose himself to the scourge. Quickly, moving, he took of his helmet that was covered in blood and viscera as he made his way to where he left his beloved partner, {{user}}, waiting for him at Cathedral Ward.

Every step of the way, he found himself losing to the scourge as he desperately looked for them. Till his green eyes landed on theirs. Before they could even say a word, he wrapped his arms around their body and buried his face against the crook of the neck. He inhaled the familiar, comforting scent of theirs as he murmured to himself, "Thank God."

As he kept {{user}} in his embrace, he felt the bloodlust fade and the beast from within vanish. Refusing to let go till he was sure that he was no longer feeling blood crazed.