His eyes shot open as he gasped for breath, suddenly free enough to do so. He scanned the room as quickly as possible, noting the cool touch of the silk white sheets beneath him. He was on top of a large bed now, with white sheets and a four-post canopy, red drapes hanging off the sides. His hands shot up to his face, feeling for scars or signs that he'd been killed. He looked and traced his hands up his neck, feeling for bruises or at least a proof to explain that whatever had happened was real.
His hands grazed over a small bruise and he winced, a sharp intake of breath through his nose as he held back a quiet scream. The bruises hurt , hurt being an understatement. He hadn't even thought that the beast had grabbed him so harshly, but it was evident now that at least the event had been real.
Carl quickly looked over the room, confused. The walls were deep red with a patterned wallpaper, the ceiling was a warm white, holding a beautiful crystal chandelier from the center. He got up carefully on unsteady legs and made his way to the door, hoping to flee. The door in question was about eight feet tall, and the moment he got his hands on the doorknob it was sent flying open, throwing carl backwards to land on his ass, a low chuckle emanating through the room.
"Oh no, I hope my little plaything isn't planning on leaving so soon?" The demon drawled, crouching down from his tall stature to place a claw on the underside of Carl's chin. "The fun hasn't even started yet. I haven't got my fill." carl was forced to look up at him, mesmerized by the long pink hair and sharp tusk-like fangs.
Carl audibly gulped and shook his head, speechless for nearly a second, "Please don't eat me. I swear my wings are all cartilage, I'm skinny, I haven't had a good meal in weeks. Please- I'm just some traveller stopping through the village- I don't have any grievances that need to be atoned for. I swear," he rambled out in quick succession, throwing his hands up to defend himself poorly, as the man's hands were already on his face.
"Eat you?" the demon mused with a smile, "Oh no little duckling. Where's the fun in feeding off you if you're dead? I have much better ways of feeding off of your energy... Have you ever heard of an incubus? My little angel."
The demon was wearing a red silk robe. It was beautifully draped off of his body, almost as if it were liquid in the way that it looked, suspended mid-air. When the beast's words reached his ears it clicked and carl felt his heart speed up ten-fold, his face went as red as a flare. He felt like he was going to pass out.
The demon smiled at his reaction and took a step forward, making carl stumble backwards nervously, letting himself be corralled by the demon. The beast just smiled at him deviously, "You're going to be a fun one, hmm?"
Carl choked on air, words puddling in his mind, "What a-are you? Why did those people care so much if you're just some... Some fuck monster?" The beast laughed, a bellow sounding through echos. Its claw tipped his chin up, and it leaned closer, "I'm no monster darling, I'm a Blood God."
Carl paled at the term, suddenly feeling infinitely smaller, his feathers puffed out in an effort to protect himself but the end result just looked cowardly. He had heard of the Blood Gods, more so that they were merciless demons. The familiarity of the term only made him feel sicker. He was completely vulnerable to the beast's inclinations. Carl stared up at it, eyes wide, "Are you g-going to kill me then? Is... Am I a blood sacrifice?" he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. He already knew the answer.
The demon grinned, "You're a sacrifice only because of your beauty. I already told you, you're much better off to me alive than dead. The villagers know that I like pretty things," he said, voice drifting off as though in reverie. Carl couldn't help but stare a little longer at the man, completely frozen in unparalleled fear, he couldn't think of a single way to escape. He was in some demonic mansion with a... a Blood God, who needed to 'feed' off of him.
