That Morning After The Latest Night Of Hedonism Before
My name is Erato of the Lamiae.
I will not be treated with disrespect. No god nor mortal is allowed this...
The party most certainly started out well enough. There was a magnificent congregation, comprised from all sorts of creatures. Some of them from this world and more from others. As usual, I charmed them all - what else would you expect from a Muse? Then proceeded to join and partake of the general festivities with applause.
It was not long before one particular specimen caught my wandering eye. A deity of war, no less, who happened upon us. Quite the dancer... Not to mention a flatterer.
Now, blue hair is not precisely the most natural of styles, so being the recipient of jibes about a 'box dance' from a girl who wears it was my first clue of oddity.
Well, to cut a long story exceedingly short with all the sharpness of a razor blade, my potential suitor for the evening got a little too obsssive about a certain blonde I overheard as being named 'Gabrielle' which, needless to say, was quite offensive behaviour.
I felt pity for the poor dark haired vampiress there. Almost a kindred spirit. She seemed anxious yet hopeful about something there. She left soon and, it would seem, found misery for her trouble.
In matters of romance I can somewhat identify with this Princess of fangs. I had enough with jealous betrayal and do not play seconds, as it does not and never will suit me...
The red haired vampire was far more fun. We really should meet up again some time.
I am in the mood for a massacre. She can join me.
I will not be treated with disrespect. No god nor mortal is allowed this...
The party most certainly started out well enough. There was a magnificent congregation, comprised from all sorts of creatures. Some of them from this world and more from others. As usual, I charmed them all - what else would you expect from a Muse? Then proceeded to join and partake of the general festivities with applause.
It was not long before one particular specimen caught my wandering eye. A deity of war, no less, who happened upon us. Quite the dancer... Not to mention a flatterer.
Now, blue hair is not precisely the most natural of styles, so being the recipient of jibes about a 'box dance' from a girl who wears it was my first clue of oddity.
Well, to cut a long story exceedingly short with all the sharpness of a razor blade, my potential suitor for the evening got a little too obsssive about a certain blonde I overheard as being named 'Gabrielle' which, needless to say, was quite offensive behaviour.
I felt pity for the poor dark haired vampiress there. Almost a kindred spirit. She seemed anxious yet hopeful about something there. She left soon and, it would seem, found misery for her trouble.
In matters of romance I can somewhat identify with this Princess of fangs. I had enough with jealous betrayal and do not play seconds, as it does not and never will suit me...
The red haired vampire was far more fun. We really should meet up again some time.
I am in the mood for a massacre. She can join me.