Private Finished Gonna Sharpen All My Teeth And Build A Fire

Lysander's laugh was genuine as he watched Boni's blood spill onto the floor. It was a good thing he'd brought him into the kitchen. As a general rule, all his previous victims had been outside and mostly half dead. It honestly surprised him how little sound Boni was making. He'd warned the guy not to scream, but he wasn't fighting back at all, not even wincing.

It was impressive. Then again, Lysander supposed he'd never dealt with an actual masochist before. It brought him back to his first kills, black wings blanketing the battlefields. The demigod exclaimed in Mongolian, his first Earth language. "You are insane! People do not let me do this!"

Then he hooked a foot behind Boni's ankle and pushed, aiming to trip him and slam him into the floor. If the man was on his back, it would give better leverage and an easier target. Lysander could very well rip his heart out in that position without much effort. As it was the slashes of his claws digging into the man's torso were inches deep.

As Boni fell, Lysander was again reminded of the battlefield. Of first coming to Earth with his mother and aunts and tearing into the wounded dying. He was almost there again, before he knew that feasting on human flesh wouldn't prevent him from starving.

In a frenzy, barely aware of his surroundings, Lysander no longer held back with his claws. He was deliberately targeting the weakest unprotected parts, leaving Boni's entire chest and stomach a bloody mess, as well as the floor, the walls, and his own shirt.

There was no way to mistake the kere demon for human now, though he had gone oddly silent, intent on his prey. If Boni had screamed now, he probably would not have been heard. And then Lysander did start pulling out organs and devouring them, starting with the heart. He was off in his own world, and it would take more for the masochistic undead to stop him than it had to get him to start.

Lysander was absolutely fascinated by the lack of reaction from Boni, by the speed of his regeneration. This one man could feed a dozen of the keres, though perhaps his aunts' ability to shred the soul would have caused the undead more pain than he was able to cause physically.

Years of restraint and centuries of hunger meant the half-demon wasn't about to stop any time soon, but after a few more times ripping out Boni's heart and eating it, he settled back onto his knees and watched the other man heal. Lysander's eyes still blazed white, his wings fluttered in excitement and rage.

At this point their surroundings were red. Not a clean surface in sight. And Lysander was kneeling almost casual, biting into Boni's heart like it was an apple. The demigod was not finished yet - he'd only paused to get a better look.

"How many times have you done this to not react at all?" Lysander mused. If he was a little more sadistic, he might've been disappointed by how still and quiet Boni was being. As it was, he reached out with a grin and punctured Boni's lungs with his claws before continuing with his questions. "Can you even talk right now? I can't imagine how much pain you're in."

Lysander nodded. He'd suspected something like that. Most undead were a little insane - the human mind not meant to withstand immortality. And he'd met masochists who didn't have Boni's excuse, though they were probably not as extreme and tended to make it about sex, which was disgusting.

"So many times..." Most of Lysander's comments were just musing out loud. Boni's aura was still making him want to rip the guy apart, and he didn't really care about the responses. The pause was just to enjoy himself - he was a couple hundred years younger than Boni, and hadn't got to do this anywhere near as much as it seemed the other man had. Even on battlefields he'd had to be careful, and dying people didn't last long.

"How long can you keep this up?" Lysander paused, considering his next move. He'd had enough of eating organs for now, but he wasn't quite ready to stop. "I wonder if I'd be able to skin you alive before your regeneration kicked in... Probably not. It does take time. " But trying would certainly be fun, and something the demigod had never actually done before. He bared his teeth, slipping back into concentration as he ripped off chunks of Boni's flesh. He didn't even care that he was probably doing it all wrong.

Boni might be able to keep this up forever, but Lysander wasn't sure he could. He was certainly enjoying it at the moment, though, perhaps even more than he usually would thanks to Boni's aura. Even with his natural inclination to bloodlust, the half-demon wasn't usually this sadistic when he did get the opportunity to rip someone apart.

Hearing the noises of pain was oddly satisfying. Lysander redoubled his efforts to skin the man with a genuine grin, growling out, "Wish I could feed this way!" It was almost funny to think that he was getting nothing out of this violence but entertainment - it felt so much better than how he actually had to feed for survival.

Concentrated and intent, the half-demon was quiet himself, curious about what kind of reactions he could get from this masochistic undead. The regeneration was impressive, Lysander barely made it to Boni's arm before the skin on the man's chest was pretty much healed. He reached out to casually break a finger, wondering if broken bones would heal as easily. Then he settled back again. "I might be running out of ideas."