Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26517142-20161214082625

As the Vampire Lord struggles to walk in his anguished, downcast form, there is..a new aura that blossoms into the air.

One that covers the sky in an orb of red, tinged in the same rose of a color as blood.

A clatter of languid footsteps ensue. Sounds of wooden sandals hitting clean on rocks. A thin voice, corrupted and malicious, starts to speak.

"For there is a proper time and procedure for every delight, though a man's trouble is heavy upon him... AMEN."

TTP.

As the fallen lord of vampires looks back, he sees the person. A man in eyeglasses, wearing a coat over himself, his eyes blood red in emanciated joy. "Such is the utterance of Ecclesiastes 8, verses 6.Am I not right, Sensei?"