>>6207869Then, the snakes of blood leave their first victims, darting on the deck, leaving behind them plumes of smoke, aiming for the others.
The deck turns into chaos. The mariners shoot, swing their knives, a few try to plead to gods they have forgotten or forsaken, and who would certainly not remember them now.
One of the closest to Carnaval just jumps off deck, only for the angel to notice — a flutter of crystal and she’s grasped at his clothing, pulling him up.
“No no no no no no,” mutters the Captain, falling to his knees and covering his ears. “She’s about to do that thing again! Cover your ears, cocksucker!”
“I-I need to keep the shield up, I can’t—”
“Fuck you!” He screams, jamming his fingers deep into his own ears, trying to push out the screams from the poor sod who’s still squirming in Carnaval’s grasp, as she gives him a flushed smile, her eyes going all full gold. She rips off his armour, exposing his chest — sets her lips against his skin and <span class="mu-i">bites</span> onto it, as deep and crunchy as she could bite into a juicy apple. She jerks her head back, holding a good chunk of his heart in her mouth as she sucks right through it, letting go of the mangled body which thuds over the burning deck, where the corpses are piling up one by one.
Carnaval spits the piece of dried meat out, gulps the blood she has drained and slowly rubs at her face in a mask of ecstasy, her eyelids fluttering — she squeezes her quivering thighs together and her entire body trembles as she cups one hand over her face and—
The night flashes — a burning halo sizzles alive behind her bald head, casting light upon her wings and her blood-spattered body. Then something else extends in front of her cupped hand — a crimson cone of light, no—
“That fucking trumpet,” the Captain grinds his teeth. He had been so far away from it the last time.
That’s her name, after all.
<span class="mu-i">Carnaval.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Carne Levare[/i.]
The Flayer of Flesh.
Carnaval draws a breath, and then, eyes still alight in pure pleasure, blows into her trumpet.
[cont.]</span>
