No matter how Isiah tried to rationalize what had happened, he could not find a single logical explanation for the state he was in.
Her Divine Energy was certainly not the cause of his distorted state, it was definitely her blood.
He glared at her with lethal intensity as if he were about to tear her apart, but simply standing anywhere near her made him violently sick.
"Blood! Fucking blood!" Isiah hissed, thoroughly enraged by the fact that she had fed him her own blood. "You thought you knew better, right? Or did you do it because you thought turning me into a monster suited me well?"
Isiah was deeply upset and thoroughly confused by this new sensation, which felt like a massive limitation on his power.
Because now, he was not only constrained by his suffocating hunger, he was bound by this disgusting urge to vomit whenever he was near her blood.
