Lord Of Carnage

“«Oh – my dearest; the sweet music in the air –
Albeit, dare say I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.»

«My precious, likest thou
What emergeth yon the distant?
The throbbing and breathing
Of life’s machinery!»

«Wanion its oh so damndest soul!
With the devil-instrument it we shall reap,
After the banquet obscur’d in our thole,
Its blood so lovingly across our faces smear.»

«Lord of carnage,
One funeral maketh many,
Two indeed more:
Blest treat of delight –
Grant a rose for the dead!»”

_{[ A Rose For The Dead – Theatre of Tragedy ]}


Well yes, you can call this a fanservice. Come to the dark side, we have vampire slash.
It’s up to you to decide whether the Sire is feeding his offspring, or the younger Vampire is the one being sucked, or it’s just a couple of old friends on a tasty reunion after centuries. Or well, whatever you want, I’m curious to read what you come up with.

Photo, editing: GothicNarcissus Photography
Concept, model, styling, grooming: Jimmy Richter and GothicNarcissus Photography