“ ah .” It’s then the ravenette walks over to the poor soul , a hand coming to stroke its neck before megiddo snapped the chained up angels throat with one hand , the other roughly grasping at feathers . A painful sort of pleasure , then, it’s over . He’s shivering , but the laugh that falls from his lip is far from sweet, it’s sadistic , and maddening . A knife would come out of his pants leg , and he gets to work , draining the angel of blood first , cutting up its body into manageable pieces before tucking them away to be cooked, or eaten raw later . Lastly are the wings left behind , and he takes great care and tenderness collecting the bones from them , taking the slender ones and sucking out the honey sweet marrow with a pleased moan . “ want some ?”
@decretums x.