Throwing Up

I waited and waited with bated breath, but there was no pain. My body should have been in agony, but I felt nothing but blood, and more blood that tickled down my face, and my neck.

My mind was unable to comprehend what was happening. With the amount of blood that was there, my body should have been burning in its misery, but there was nothing, just my upper body painted red.

It took me a few seconds to understand what was happening. As my vision focused, I saw Lucifer standing behind that man, with his hand deep inside that man’s chest, piercing it from the back and front of that man’s body.

The realization hit me like a truckload, the blood that had drenched me from top to bottom belonged to that man with fangs, who now lay lifeless against Lucifer’s hand.

In the past, I had never had a problem with blood, but seeing so much crimson liquid spilled on me, made my head spin, and before I knew it, my guts had decided to act out, and I was vomiting onto that man’s barren body and mys