do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
She is violence but the undertone of hers is different, fueled by some newborn rage for so many aspects of this world. Ghaul simply hungers because it delights him. The taste of blood – his own blended with his mother’s – gives him a sort of joy he will yearn for the rest of his life. But he could snap her trachea between his awful jaws right now and it wouldn’t give him the same sort of delight. The first kill is the greatest for any true hunter, he will learn. The first wound is just on the horizon though and something in his bones hums, arches for it with an outstretched hand.
A second hiss reaches his ears and his little black-rimmed ears swivel forward to catch the sound. This time, he simply purrs in reply. The sound of her disgust with him stirs up the same sort of elation that a good joke might. Ghaul shuffles to maintain their bodies pressed to one another, relentless when she tries to squirm from his hacking cough and the phlegm that comes with it.
He can’t smell the blood on her tongue over the nauseating stench of iron and tissue coating him. Otherwise, the wretched child might try to kiss the taste from her mouth ravenously. Gospel. Ghaul blindly presses his lips to her face, feeling the angles of her cheekbones as they curve up into the corners of her eyes. Did you kill your mother? He pauses, lips against her temple, as he considers the question. He is certain he knows the word ‘mother’. But ‘kill’?
The young drake thinks back on his dreams, the echoes of the past and the future overlapping as he slept. To kill was to destroy, to slaughter. Did he, then? He exhales slowly over her face.
“Sacrificed,” he answers, shrugging his small shoulders as he dismisses the notion that he simply murdered her. Her death served a divine purpose. “Have you killed?”
Focusing so much on his mother leads his thoughts to drift to his father. Where was he? Was he looking for Ghaul or did he even know he existed yet? When Bible still carried him safely in her belly, he had never heard a male voice nearby. He turns his head and stares off at the swirls of blue and pale green somewhat sadly. The only clue of this emotion brewing within his chest is the faint downturn of the corners of his lips.
@[gospel]