Deepwood Weald Willst du nur Früchte von ihr, die kann auch die Sterbliche zeugen;

But of course, this was necessary, more so than the boy could possibly ever understand. it was for his own good too, after all, the boy was easy pickings as far as Abaddon could tell... what was truly stopping the brother from snacking on his own flesh and blood other than just a temporary travel companion? Thankfully he didn't whine or complain and instead followed as the pale man approached the quiet woman. She seemed like the perfect choice... quiet, friendly enough to approach. 

I'm Abaddon and this is my brother, Almight, we haven't seen anyone new in a while. Charming, he had to be just that. her guard was low already and he was so damn hungry... he steps forward just a little more, testing the waters between their distance and - like a flash, he sprung forward, hungry teeth reaching out to bite into her skin. 

The switch was instant, without a true signal to prepare anyone as he simply moved suddenly. Posture, expression, it all was immediate. There was no time to talk her into it - nor would he kill her... unless she fought back enough to make it worth it. 

But he was hungry, unGodly so that he simply could not hold it back any longer; and Death would soon see just what kind of a man his brother truly was.