"Tch. Fuckin' Laito, ruinin' all the fun." Although, the slightly younger vampire felt no true pity for the now dead and stuffed women, who would be fated to join the rest of the previous brides down in the catacombs. As said, his brother, Laito, of course, like always had gone a wee bit too far with the munchkin. And there went their blood-bag... Damn it. Ayato could never stand the taste of animal blood, it wasn't as fresh, nor sweet and oh, so delicious as human blood was straight from the source as well.

The ol' man probably wouldn't be too pleased about their ravenous activities killing off yet another sacrificial bride despite his warnings against doing so, they had not heeded his warnings. Eh. Ayato honestly couldn't give two shits 'bout how the ol' man had grown tired of constantly giving them new girls to hunt down, feast on their blood, and ultimately kill them as all the others in the past. He really, really didn't fuckin' care. Just... It would just be a fairly long time they would have to go without blood before the new bride arrived, no doubt about it, the ol' man was just that petty, he knew so.

Welp. Cannibalism it was! Yes, yes... Ayato knows how disgusting it may sound, but it ain't that bad when you're on the literal verge of starvation. 'Sides, there wasn't anything particularly putrid, or outright off-putting 'bout drinking one another's blood except the fact they were kinda siblings. Half-siblings, to be exact, but still. Nah. He could care less 'bout the complaints he would get from that goody-two-shoes brother of his, Reji, would definitely have something to say about his questionable choices just in the name of gettin' a good meal. But he was fuckin' hungry n' there was no way he was going to pass up free eats just 'cause it was morally "wrong", they were vampires. Nothin' they did was exactly "holy" either, just as they had killed that other girl in the cold blood, it would be no different, in Ayato's eyes, 'least.