That oddly sweet, metallic tang of blood and the strange heat it had filled his mouth with still lingered. Every deamon instinct in him ached for more, for the excitement and delicious chaos of violence. It was something bred into his very genetics, his ancestors fed on flesh and their mating rituals looked half way to satanic rituals for bloodshed. Like a bull charges for the colour red, it was in the very fibre of his being, but more notably, violence made up a huge portion of his past.<br/>Neath wasn’t a particularly cruel man, he just came from a society where it was the norm to walk down the street in the evening and overhear the screams of some poor sod howling at his masters whip. It was as common as muck and no one batted an eyelid. If anything it was all that made sense. Humans were comfortable with boundaries, they were known to respond better when the master/slave bond was very clearly marked and the best way to mark it was blood shed.<br/><br/>Naeth loved his humans, he was notorious for having a soft spot for them, but that was just how you looked after them. He hunkered down to her level, brushing her cheeks dry with the back of his hand, touch now almost as startlingly gentle as it was violent before. Her tears hung on the tiny feathers scattered across his skin like beads on a necklace, “Hush those tears, child, you’ll ruin your makeup,” he scolded, lips quirking in one corner, somewhat  unimpressed. His hand changed direction and he went to check on her lip, “Some demons brand their toys, but I much prefer this method. Much more personal, much more subtle…. You know how branding works, girl?” he raised one eyebrow, staring her dead on, watching those doll like eyes tremble. There was a fire behind them and in it burned raw, animal<span style="font-style: italic">hatred</span>.<br/>Good.<br/>Perfection.<br/>That little streak of passion would serve her well when he started to unfold the arcane arts of shadowmancy to her… beneath the cold, unfeeling surface of his eyes, Nea was giddy with excitement for her!<br/>Amora was going to be one of the finest mages this whole thrice-damned world had ever seen! She just wasn’t aware of it yet!<br/>“Have you any idea in that puny little head about what branding is?”