I think I managed to sleep a single hour, and maybe even counting it as a whole hour is an exaggeration. I swear I tried.
Nothing like sweet old Sleep Deprivation. I'll probably be watching the pretty colors in the ceiling tonight if I'm unable to sleep again, though. Fucking insomnia.
In other news, I was thoroughly topped by
allira_dream to watch Blood+.
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Alfred's feet were unsteady and cold as he stood in what looked like an altar, but his voice was firm with the same old commanding tone that once brought other nations to their knees. He looked around. The place was unfamiliar.
"Welcome". A boy stepped forward, tattoos glowing on his skin. "From now on, I'm your master. You may call me Shura."
"I don't belong to anyone!" He replied, shocked, "and you should not be able summon me like this. I'm a sentient concept, separate and way bigger than you or--"
"There has been people who has worshiped you as a god." Shura interrupted softly. "A false god, as every avatar you'll find roaming this place. That's enough for the Cathedral of Shadows to acknowledge you, and I can call you forth, or fuse you away if you decide to be uncooperative."
Alfred inhaled, exhaled, and made the question he didn't want to ask.
"... And the rest of them? Where is the people?"
"Gone. This is the Vortex World."
He knew it was true. He couldn't reach into the consciousness of the humans that once were his nation, and so the Demi-Fiend's words stung all the worse. Damn. He knew he had to bear it like a man, act like the hero he was...
For the very first time, Alfred felt absolutely alone.
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I'll try to get your second prompt ready soon, 'kay? :D
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