i'm the bad guy

Dorian: My dear Sera, it's not as if I booked a normie show with the intention of expanding my fan base to such pitiful and diposable creatures. I wouldn't trust them to know good music if it slashed their throats and frolicked in their blood, and besides, we have plenty of fans already. You really need to come to the next show. Our new lineup is to die for, no pun intended.

Dorian: Why, that's half of what made it so spectacular! If you'd attended, you would've been the lone survivor. We gave those normies one hell of a show before we turned the lights out on them, permanently. I'm not surprised. I could've warned you it wouldn't be worth it, you know.

Dorian: I wouldn't say worse. I may have been concerned that we were plateauing a bit but that's a worry that's been put to bed now. The normie police are ineffectual enough that I'm sure we can keep this up, especially if we keep going to different cities.

Dorian: It's almost a shame there's no survivors from our last show because you were in fine form. We both were. I daresay we haven't performed that well in a while, love. Perhaps playing normie shows should become a habit.

Dorian: You missed one hell of an Original Sin show, love. Was that sham of a Bathory party worth it?

Dorian: You've dulled your own star so much you can't even tell anymore, how sad. I'd pay good money to see your best try at fighting me. No, I meant more of watching you kill somebody else. Have you ever?

Dorian: It's such a shame that you're squandered so. For everything you lack, you do have a fun gift for verbal barbs. I wonder if your physical abuse would be as enjoyable.

Dorian: I see you using plenty of words on someone you say you don't care for, which goes against your own logic.

Dorian: And yet you continue responding.

Dorian: Your knowledge of vampires seems rather dated, love. Have you lived under a rock for your short meaningless life until now?

Dorian: No, but I love hearing you say yes. The only thing better than torture is sharing it with another who loves it as much as I. Perhaps we ought to make him swallow his tongue while we're at it, like he should've before muttering such atrocities. As am I, love, as am I; that disgusting happy little "family" will really look best with their heads on a spike. Blackmail is always fun! How do we start, though? The siren speaks to me in short, dumb sentences, and the rest are too scared to talk to me.

honesty hour!

honesty hour!

honesty hour!

honesty hour!

honesty hour!