Thread:HoundTheDestroyer93/@comment-25808351-20181203210347/@comment-30014014-20190328134632

Exactly! Right now, his 'guest' is in control. His 'guest', as you might guess, is a scumbag. He absolutely hates monsters. And right now, there's a battle between them. The defenders may have humans within their ranks, but that doesn't matter to his 'guest'. Why? Because ultimately, those in control are old vampires that, seen in person for the second time, are just as mindless as he saw them before.

Armata, an alpha vampire with ther banishment stigma. Herja, a boastfull valkyrie. Jorge, an ex-champion that wanders the world in search of his step-daughter or daughters who happen to be monsters. Alburn, a young man whom he sees under a strigent influence of the vampires, like a puppet for their whims. Marcus, a hybrid of a dejected relationship between a three-headed canine of hell and a goddess(?). His dad, a host from hell. Barnabus, another vampire.

To Prad's haunting spectactor, they are all filth. Monsters, his worst enemies. And he's been slowly remembering why he hates them all. Especially with poor Prad growing for that nurse. And now, the vampires are at odds with what sounds like their granddad. He sees all of this and wonders why should he be involved when the cursed enemies are killing each other, as they were before.

Basically, "Why should I bend my back for the rotting corpses situated in their damned palaces when they offer such a spectacle of predictable slaughter? Between the washed up zealot having a stroke of admiration for that belligerent warmonger and the drunkard having a fit of delusional invincibility, I have no forsaken reason to stretch my neck for these animals".