The Voice

[Pancakes]

Colin lit a smoke. It seemed to be the only thing that chased away those bloody migraines lately and no prescription medication helped him either.

"Bollocks" he muttered as he cast aside the small veil, full with slimy brown matter, "And they dare calls this garbage medicine eh?". He was talking to a tall, blonde man with weird orange eyes, or was it just his vision being off? The man stood a few meters well off him, and gave him quite the creeps with his staring gaze.
"Well mate, ain' plannin' on sayin' anything?" he approached the man. Perhaps it wasn't the brightest move Colin could bust out given his drunken state, but he did it none the less.

A bump. Colin blinked in confusion, he was staring at a mirror. He knew the handsome face was familiar to him, but the eyes... why are they orange?



Colin woke up. He had an awful hangover from the night before, and he couldn't pin-point his location either. It was some back door alley probably, no matter, first thing first was to get up from the bloody floor. He was so pissed drunk he didn't recognize himself in the mirror, and his eyes weren't green like always either, what an odd night.

He walked to a nearby cafe to grab a morning coffee and freshen up a bit, with it he ordered a nice piece of pie. The pie was delicious and he literally licked the plate clean from it, it then struck him - his eyes were indeed orange

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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD