you like the taste of lion, kid?

Following his lead, the boy understood what was expected of him- use that damn axe to chop this things head off. The flash of metal caught in Rhazien’s peripheral vision, followed by a pained yowl from the lion, and then, the splattering of blood onto the crypt floor. Given he was holding the beast by the cheek, some of it sprayed across his face, hot and sticky, dusting his features in a macabre mist of red. Laughter bubbled from him- resonating from deep in his belly, as he was overjoyed by the boy's brutality. So much, he almost wanted to steal him for himself.

He felt the lion starting to sway, and Rhazien released his hold and backpedaled, eyes roving across the beast to see the damage that had been dealt. The axe was buried in the back of its head- deep enough to penetrate the skull, brain matter starting to swell out around the metal of the axe. Stumbling forward, the lion tried to swipe at them- but its movements were uncoordinated and futile. Moments passed, and it finally tumbled onto into a mangled heap of fur. Twitching and groaning, eyes rolling into the back of its skull, before it became still.

Panting and catching his breath, Rhazien licked some of the sinew off his whiskers. Head turning to the boy, eyes analyzing him more closely now. “You're quite violent for your age, boy.”  There wasn’t a trace of perturbation in his tone- in fact, there was an ominous flicker of excitement. One that made it clear that whatever bloodlust this boy had raging inside him, was enthralling to Rhazien. "It's... commendable." Lips peeled back into a smirk, obsidian-plated fangs shimmering in the low light.  

"Rhazien Saxe"