Pain. It's all he can feel now. The familiar ache of starvation crippling his body, drowning out his mind to a dull primal state. He has felt it before, back in the beginning when he first awoke. First tore through his shallow coffin, embracing the darkness. Wasn't worthy if you couldn't claw your way out, good as dead. He was proud, but now now he feels nothing but regret. Should have stayed, should have starved and withered and died. It would have been better, better than facing this pain.
He tugs on his restraints, the demon lurking with him growling and snapping at anything in its path. Blood. He needs blood. It has to be warm, has