Drip drip drip…drip drip
The sounds of dripping echoed through the library. Along with it came a deep fishy smell of blood that overwhelmed every sense.
Drip ….drip.
It was a heavy stench that triggered nausea in anyone unfortunate enough to be exposed to the thick scent of fresh blood in such quantities.
"Ahhh" He groaned, the sound echoing in the vast hall.
He was blind in the sense that he could not see anything. It was not darkness. It was nothing. Nothing was a difficult concept to describe. Nothing was deeper than darkness.
Perhaps humans were never meant to define it.
His eyes were gone.
Drip… drip.
Blood fell freely onto the ground around him. His form was covered in deep gashes as if he had been impaled by hundreds of porcupines. Muscles were mangled and flesh torn open. Red ichor flowed as his lifeblood drained away.
Damon had tried preserving as much of his body as possible.
"Hehehehe… I had quite a good rest. Is that all you have?"
