Fiery Grave

If tigers could purr, Edmund would be purring. This was how his first hunt should have gone. The intruder is weak and the Ancient is able to pin him with ease. The squirming does nothing to knock him off balance, nor to make him hesitate in his next move. It's unintentionally merciful. but Edmund's teeth sink into the side of Milo's neck with ease, a knife to butter. The Abandoned is dead in seconds, blood spilling along the ground in a wide puddle. Paws and teeth coated in blood; Edmund steps off of the body and shifts back. With feral eagerness, he turns Milo over and grabs a jagged rock nearby. Taking it in hand, he messily carves out the man's heart. Once there's enough space, Edmund reaches, blood quickly soaking his arm. Once Edmund's hands wrap around the still warm organ, he pulls it out with a jolt. The Ancient swipes a tongue over his fangs before biting into the heart. The sound that leaves Edmund is one of raw satisfaction. The organ is devoured before he even process what he's doing. Still riding on the high of satiated bloodlust, Edmund reaches down and begins to drag Milo's body to a pit of lava. "For you, Mother." Without further preamble, Edmund tosses the body into the flames as a sacrifice. A kill in Dygra's name, as promised. Edmund the prince of torchline