The blood surges from your back, as it did hers, and forms skeletal hands and ribbon-like blades.

A True Vampire’s body has incredible density, granted by blood that is more akin to power made liquid. You, your father, your sister, and all True Vampires are made of blood. The entirety of your insides is scarlet and nigh-indestructible. Everything, even the brain, is not needed. The only organ of importance is at the very center… the heart.

Your formed weapons do as you watched her do. The first set of arms have their hands curl into fists, bury themselves again and again into the unmoving chest. What miniscule parts that are flayed off are stretched out, and beset by your blades of blood. You cut them away, making the body unable to focus on repairing itself.

You tear past the muscles, as she did to her hero, break the cage of bone, as she had to her most beloved relative, and grasp your sister’s heart, as she did to her icon.

-AGG:CORE The Last Day