“The blood of the Senka Maiden will course through your system and cleanse you of any ailments that you may have. It will neutralize any virus, any plague, anything that you may suffer from.”
His words were sugar coated— They sounded oh so sweet. So full of promise… But such words were nothing more than lies. Sho would tell the other whatever he wished to hear just so that he would agree to consume the blood. He would have lied and said that it was the wine of the Gods just to get the other to drink it if he had to. He would do whatever it took. Such persistence could be considered quite deadly in a situation such as this one.
“It is as effective on humans as it is on non-humans. However, the blood takes affect a bit sooner when you are a non-human being. But as I said previously, it does not matter if you are mortal or not. The blood will work either way.”
Lips meet in a thin line. The gaunt does not take kindly to lies spoken with such ease. “…You’ve said nothing about when the blood is gone." He, himself, knows all too well that when one relies on…othersubstances, the want or sheer need for more becomes all too imperative. Aristocratic nose retreats downward to bury behind his collar. The children will not bow to someone else. And what of this Senka? Does she so willingly let her blood flow, or is she tortured or–dead…? Another…w o m a n. All the women around him, every one he comes across, why do they all draw such…attention? Especially his–the overprotective streak in him has won out before, and clearly it could happen again indefinitely. Clearly…his heart seems to beat more loudly than he anticipated. Looking away, he mutters in a quieter tone, ”…And if you expect to persuade people to use this substance…you should refrain from lying.“