Frowning lightly as I wonder what has made me take such a long time to realize the fact that I am bathed in blood, I immediately shrug nonchalantly the moment I recall how excited I was during my killing spree.
Many things can happen when you don't pay attention to your surroundings. In my case, I was too intoxicated by the addictive feeling of glee I got whenever I killed a Priest—I just didn't bother to pay any attention to anything other than killing them.
I believe this is the catch of being a Demon. It is not something that I will ever be proud about, but I am still glad that despite being driven by my lust for blood, I can still think things through in that state.
I remember well the feeling of thirsting for blood, but still can think clearly. I was really reluctant to let go of those Priests, but I didn't thoughtlessly charge at them.
