Of Angels and Demons and Everything Unholy

The quivering voices of victims, dressed and ready for the slaughter like cattle. It's an everyday occurrence, the screams the sobs the begging and then there's a thump, and then it gets quiet. Quiet except for the gentle breaths that escape his throat and the tapping and squish of sticky bloody shoes against hardwood floors.

And then there's Habit, demonic sadistic cannibalistic Habit, with his blood splattered grin as his hand that wasn't holding the machete clutched the blonde hair of a random woman who looked at him with an interested glance.

"You consumed me. It was a small crush then it became this insatiable yearning. I need to see you, I need to feel you, I need you so much even though you don't need me back. Seeing you waste your affection on someone who never truly appreciates all the sacrifices you make for them makes me want to gouge their eyes out. But I don't want to make myself blind just to make Evan suffer."

Those words were still fresh in his mind after all this time, and as much as he, Vinny, dislikes when Habit stomps blood around the floors...

He doesn't mind the soft kisses. He adores them actually, because he was in love. In love with a monster that was in love with him.

So he won't mind.