Don't you feel shame? I thought scum like you could at least feel shame

The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.

Resignation is what kills people. Once they've rejected resignation, humans gain the privilege of making humanity their footpath.

Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.

He curled up, twitching and spasming, the pain stormtrooping through his entire body in agonizing, dizzying, pounding waves. He vomited, but it wasn’t the contents of his stomach. It was his stomach, hanging inside-out from a slimy loop of esophagus, spilling out the precious blood he’d been digesting.
Even with everything going on, the smell of blood activated his biting reflex, and he chomped down on his own regurgitated organs, screaming as he chewed.

Crap, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm thinking we have about fifteen vampires and no blood," Claire said. "Is that it?"

"No, I was thinking we're out of chips. Of course that's what I was thinking.