War On Bastion VI

Paradise. That was where the Bloodfiend was lost. Its entire body, covered in fresh blood within every minute. The warmth of its victims' life glugging down its gullet. A constant thrill, pushing it on to find more of the sweet metallic nectar!

"More... (More! Devour! Eviscerate! BLOOD ORGY! BLOOD! GUTS! MURDER!)" There was never enough blood. Never enough carnage, never enough death. The bloodthirster extended from its 'allies' not too long ago so it did not have to share its paradise with them.

It cared not that damage it was receiving was so much that its regeneration had begun to struggle keeping up. It would continue murdering, continue bathing in its enemies entrails until its body is gone. After which it will find a new host and continue on perpetually.