Another grueling battle has ended, one in which much blood was spilled, now fertilizing the damned soil they once fought on. In the end, though, only one could remain standing upon said crimson soil and that is...
Lestat de Lioncourt!
He shall live on under the pale light of the moon whilst Deacon Frost is once again confined to the ground below, never to taste blood again! Join me this evening at 6:00 PM sharp for the next Beat Down! 💀🩸
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