and this old world is a new world

A M U N I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife As the Voice extended her wrist, Amun grinned. Reaching up with gentle hands, he slowly sank his fangs into her. His eyes fluttered shut as the incredible sensation of being replenished by his goddess, of being made whole and bright by her coursed through him. This, this connection, made everything else worth it. However, his eyes popped open as she spoke. Lifting his gaze to stare adoringly up at her, he raised his head as well. Nodding, he smirked. "I can't wait." The reverent tone had crept back into his voice, and the awe on his face was real. Letting go of her, he slipped his hands into his pockets. Glancing out to the horizon for a moment, he eventually spoke in a much softer voice. "And let me know how else I might be useful to you?" There was something hesitant about his voice, unlike his usual brash and bold demeanor.