And so it begins.

[reaperoflondon]

I can sense it. I can feel it. I can HEAR it. The melody of war, of conflict, of death. It is... beautiful.

I have been relocated against my will, but it is of little consequence. My power is once again boundless. The songs of the Seven Cardinal Sins ring freely in my ears, they are such sweet songs to hear. I cannot contain my glee. I cannot

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[white_scar]

Vlad. Vlad. VLAD. VLAD.

Then then, then you were the same. Still the bastard son now. Yes, even now. Yes, yes. You were the one who killed me then. Even if not you, one of your other selves. It matters not to me, you're all the same. THE SAME.

Pray to whatever god exists in your head I do not find a way to break these confines or I would kill you.

((ooc; still not quite off hiatus, but she's kind of waking up with WRATH. D:))

[reaperoflondon]

Twas not I, probably some foolish midian pretending to be me. But if we're all the same to you, then we're all the same.

Kill me? You think you can kill me? There is no one here who could even hope to kill me.

[white_scar]

Maybe maybe, but you ARE all the same. You are all Vlad. You are all Dracula. You are all impalers. You are all vampires. You are all fallen. You are all monsters. Yes, yes, all of you.

I never said I think, but I WOULD. Even for such as you, I have more experience and knowledge.

[reaperoflondon]

...Galen, you've lost your mind.

You cannot kill what cannot die.

[white_scar]

You cannot lose what was never there. I've been dead much longer than you, CHILD. The mind doesn't work when it doesn't have to.

Besides, you never seemed to mind my rambling when it was in your bed I curled up in.

[reaperoflondon]

...Hn. I'd always thought your wit was better than to have to resort to such a childish insult.

Gather your thoughts, Galen. Whether your mind wishes to work or not.