The Profanity of Blood, a cursed regiment belonging to the circle of gluttony.
Lena had gotten to know the entire extent of the wickedness a cursed regiment could produce; she warred against one of them in her mind every day since then.
...
"The Festival of Blood and Liver is about to finish..."
Lena grunted those words, stepping on top of a skull.
*BANG!*
She didn't want bones, she desired blood and flesh to sate her hunger; Csilla leaned against the wall cutely, sighing at the sight she had witnessed countless times now.
Lena's change.
They had been in the Burning Wrath City for several months after the incident with the demon and the protector... their corpses long devoured.
Heading outside they saw that the city was blocked by walls of fire and demon soldiers guarded the place, they couldn't leave... perhaps evading the Demon Soldiers would be possible, but that mural blazing fire... it is not just any fire.
