Chaos of Waking

For Vintas waking up from that crypt was the most disorientating thing. Vintas knew nothing but hunger, just a feral animal. He went after the first thing that was by him. Sank his teeth in deep and hard dragging out the energy and feeding on the blood. Thanking the sweet light that the thing he attacked was a demon. He could taste it, and before he could stop himself he was on another. 

There were a few shots but they missed, and he could not tell you how many he attacked. He did it fast though, moving like a blur to get anything into his starving body. He knew that some took off. The demonic energy he managed to pull in fed him well. He was nearly full Alantean but he had a quarter seraphim in him. Which allowed him to feed on the demonic energy better.