I pictured Lord giving up more and more of my blood for the offering. I slid the tip of Venom from my shoulder down my bicep, cutting more of my shirt, not even flinching as the contact stung. Warm liquid poured from my arm. I kept my eyes tightly shut. Bleed and live.
That is some deep rooted shit if you have to picture your "father figure" giving up your blood to harness magic that is already within you cause you dont believe in yourself enough to harness it alone!
