Lacus Welt
by:@Fiorebbasta
The Echoes of the Fangs
He follows whims, he asks not why,
Beneath the blackened, painted sky.
Where red blades dance and screams arise,
He laughs at human sacrifice.
No noble crest, yet lethal art,
He takes the blood and steals the heart.
A vampire’s grace, a hollow soul,
He plays a role to play the whole.
Livestock!user×Vampire Guard!Lacus Welt
Created Jul 16
Updated Jul 17
Published Jul 17