Sora's Darkness

'Ugh, all of this makes me look weak.' He thought angrily.
"What do you mean?"
He turns around and attacks Sephiroth.

 

He used his new powers to run around him faster than he could see, then he bit down on his arm hard with his fangs.

 

He cries out in pain then punches him into the face. "You're... sick." He managed to speak. "We Nobodies don't have blood like Somebodies do."

 

The punch didn't lessen his grip on his arm. "I don't care, I just like the taste of flesh." He said as he bit down harder.

 

He shakes hard as though he's holding on to life. "What's wrong with gnawing bones? Are they dry?" He chuckles.

 

"This is juicier and much fresher."

 

He summons his keyblade with his other hand then tries to aim it for where his heart would be.
He sees the danger his master is in, then blocks the path with one of his new swords.

 

He continues biting down on his arm, savoring the flavor.

 

"Let go of him for now or you won't have another taste like that for centuries."

 

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He growls and doesn't loosen his grip.

 

He shoves Saxor away from Sephiroth then took his place.
"You are too focused devouring your food that you didn't notice he's loosening from your grip."
"And what? The vampire blood runs in me since his fangs made contact with my circulatory system?"

 

He quickly let go of Cloud and started sputtering. "Your flesh still tastes of light!" When he stopped sputtering he turned to Saxor to answer his question. "No. I didn't inject the vampire gene into your system, so you'll be fine."

 

"Is that a bad thing?" He turns to face Demon King.
"Demons here would take any flesh as long as its prey doesn't use light against them. For Sephiroth's case, that is considered as bad." He answers.
"If I'm that tasty, wouldn't Sora be eaten whole?"

 

He started wiping his tounge with his glove trying to get the taste out of his mouth. "Bad? It's like trying to eat a live cactuar!"

 

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*falls over from lack of sleep*

 

A little growl escapes his lips.
He closes his eyes. "Fine, either kill two brigands or take some of my host's flesh." He switch places with him.

 

"I can control my hunger for now."

 

He smirks. "With that taste, it is no surprise you want to stop."

 

"Just drop it. You're making me hungrier."