User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-30014014-20170914031216/@comment-30014014-20170916151021

''Prad's trembling stops, to an alarming degree. His tone, once unstable steels itself in another spectrum. HIs hands stop writing the poetic tale of the one who calls himself Armata. Once swollen at the gazing floor, his eyes change percepts as they turn to look back into the abyss of the one sitting at the high throne.''

"So, the last war was where you were to be collided with your true enemy? Not those who clad themselves in the light of a dying god? Nor those of the other spectrum who long before even gave up their primal forms, were at strife with even each others? Families, comrades, syndicates, so-called lovers, parents...all backstabbing each other for more power, so unnaturaly relaxed about the mortals who shelther in their shadows, hoping to be hidden from their wrath..."

''Prad takes a solid step forward, washed away from the fear that bound him to his singular spot, his voice running deep. Unnerving was how calm, settled it was compared to the other.''

"Well, will you look at that? A primal, making his tally on this world once forgotten to his kind, now in binds with another foreign of this world conceived from a beast almost old as time. It is no wonder you claim him to be your very nemesis who makes you doubt each time you rest. 'Will he be the one to claim my head?' I doubt no more that he thinks of the same. Or, would you rightfully claim to be the best of the two?"