บท 236: Forgiveness

Roselyn felt her- or rather Abigail's legs- shaking vigorously as she tried to resist the urge to attack the child in front of her with all herself. She could feel the metallic smell of blood and somehow she found it so desirable she felt inebriated by it like if her senses completely stopped working to fully focus on what the blood may taste like. The more she looked at the child the more she didn't see it as a human creature but only like food or fuel for her body and a delicious meal for a starving soul.