Heaven On Hell

Blake barely kept his body standing, his eyes focusing on the soul orb that had just come out of the necromancer's body. It had been a long time since Blake had the pure intention of solely killing his enemy instead of thinking about the taste of the soul of his enemy.

Most of the time now, the first thing that came to Blake's mind when he fought an enemy was most likely about the taste of the soul of his enemy. Whether it would be sweet and savory, how sweet it would be, and what level of savoriness the soul would be, Blake wondered about these things as he tried to defeat enemies sometimes in a slightly roundabout way in hopes of finding the sweet taste that he found in the soul of a scared demon.