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do it. kill him, and become my executioner.

It’s those words that shift Alduin into a haze of bloodlust. Those words — said savagely and without forgiveness. Alduin would mirror that perfectly. To only follow the word of the Shadow and Banesteppe — perhaps it’s fate.

The hellhounds eyes darken as he turns on the body before him. Slinking closer, he sees the far away but understanding eyes of the man. His body shivers and rattles, his breaths are uneven and his teeth chatter. He knows his death has come for him. 

Maybe someone shouldn’t have let Alduin off the leash then,

As quick as lightening, the Executioner’s massive jaws open wide. All the while he steps a heavy paw onto the midnight furred man’s ribs and pushes. A sickening song of snapping bones assaults their ears and merely a second later Alduin’s dropping his head down. Those dangerous canines latch right into Xynos’ skull and lift him a couple inches from the ground. With one flex of his jaws another horrific crunch sounds out and the man in his grip seizes and spasms, screaming silently with a wide open mouth as his skull gets punctured by the hellhound’s devilish jaws.

Now, Alduin’s fucking sick — sadistic, disgusting. He likes the struggle, he likes to watch the life leave their eyes. So he drops him with a shake of his head and laps of his tongue over dark lips. He’s not dead yet, oh, he should be, but he’s not. But one thing Alduin craves more than looking into their eyes when they die is the spray of blood and so far this hasn’t been as satisfying as cracking open his skull should’ve been.

Alduin watches the male seize from the wretched pain in his skull with a disgustingly satisfied look in his eyes — yet he still hungers for more. This lust would show plainly in those usually bland, emotionless eyes. Especially as he leans down to snatch up his neck between his jaws. He traps him against the ground for a few moments, simply chewing on him. Until, with a flex and heave, he throwing his body into a deathly shake. Swinging his limbs this way and that and bloodying them both.

His chest heaves at the effort and he can hardly breathe through his nose, but it’s so good. So satisfying. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hears Banesteppe’s husky tone congratulating him — purring out sick words that only spur the hellhound on more.

The carnage finally ends when he’s bitten through all the flesh and muscle he can and his teeth hit his spine. Stilling, he clenched his jaws and cracks it right then and there. And just like that, the man would naturally fall from his maw. One half in his left and the other on his right. 

Alduin would stand there, heaving in panting breathes and lapping at his bloody face. Eyes feral and ravaging — lustful for carnage.

His sacrifice has been made.