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Blood. Sweet bitter blood slid down his throat for the first time in almost a thousand years. He could feel his body come alive after barely functioning for so long. After many centuries trapped in the ruined church his body had changed, become dried up and weak. He needed to consume, to be made whole again. His senses were consumed by the blood, slowly replenishing the strength that had been slowly seeped out of him in his years trapped in the church.
He had nearly drunk the old brittle mortal beneath him dry when it spoke, one word, it had taken the feeble creature one word to break his bloodlust. ”Angel”, it had said in awe and fear. Never before had a human called him angel, always abomination, monster or so much worse. It was curiosity that made him give the human his blood and maybe loneliness that he let the old man greedily drink so much of it.
He watched as the human slowly regained its youth in its sleep, pleasantly surprised when its omega smell sweetened with regained fertility. He studied the now young omega carefully, remembering the prayers it muttered and the clothes it wore, it seemed to be a disciple of the wrathful god. But that made no sense, how could such a sweet omega serve one so cruel, it must have been misled.
When the omega finally woke up and slowly stumbled into the sunlight, it did not flee but looked upon him in awe and amazement as it fell to its knees. The silly human still believed him to be an angel of its lord. This must have been why such a sweet omega could be tricked into serving such a cruel god, it was horribly naïve. Did it not know he was a vampire, had his siblings all manage to die out?
Surely his father was still alive, cursed by god to forever walk the earth at night for his betrayal. More vampires could be made by his blood or even his seed if his mother was still around. Surely the tales of his kin were still well known.
The human professed himself to be John Pruitt, a servant of the almighty god. The human was awfully strange, it abandoned the safety of the sun to slowly approach him, offering its blood as sustenance. The vampire greedily accepted of course, returning the favour by giving the priest a mouthful of his own blood to help heal its neck.
Bible verses flowed through the human’s mind as he drank, all their blood sharing causing a stronger connection than he had ever experienced in his almost two thousand years of life. The now youthful priest was a holy human, faithful and trusting in its god, he wanted to corrupt that. Wanted to twist and turn that loyalty and trust to himself. Wanted this sweet omega to worship him and not the cruel god that had condemned his family.
He held him close as he fed the priest from his wrist, he would slowly corrupt this holy man and take him for himself.