Lake Rodney Everyone is a book of blood

Once he had made it known that he had figured his father's charade out, the game was dropped and Abaddon watched as his father grinned seeming to be proud of the fact. He flicked an ear dismissively as if he had already decided his father was nothing special but made no comment, eyes dulling as his expression slowly changed to one of boredom. It was only the fact that he was asked why he was here that made him decide to further the conversation "I want to know the man who made me. I don't want a father. I am here to study...to learn and if possible, offer whatever use I have" he spoke honestly and swept his tongue across his lips. He was hungry...the thought nagged at the back of his mind and he pushed it aside, shivering and closing his eyes briefly and reopening them as images of his fangs sinking into flesh caused his stomach to rumble.