Save your soul

Drac was already seated in the room at the head of the table looking especially stately in a dark grey and crimson pinstripe suit made by his fiancé Honey. He sat not saying a word as various squabbling Lords and Ladies came in seated around the table. He sat there letting them squabble eyes shifting to Adhira, Ezra and Fabian the only ones who seemed to have a clue that silence was the more wiser option.

At last one by one they fell silent at last noticing the odd stillness coming from his side of the table. “Now that you all have gotten that out of your systems.” His Slavic accent still there as he stood regal, tall, and every bit the man whom had brought most of them together some centuries past. “I believe we can now get down to business like the governing body that we are. It has come to my attention that some of you are dissatisfied with how things have been run of late. It is true I have brushed much under the proverbial table, but what monarch in recovery doesn’t? I left you all in capable hands, each other, as I have done before, yet I sense unrest. Some remarks were made at the ball the other night, remarks I don’t take kindly too.” He circled around the table, “I made some of my own, remarks.” He said letting his hand brush across the back of the French Lord’s chair, “that still ring as true then as they do now. You are all elected to guide me, as your King not the other way around. Your position is replaceable, I do not speak this things with the intention of a despot. I speak this as a reminder of how good it is to have... fresh blood. Ergo Adhira, Fabian to name the newest members of our council. A council comprised of individuals put forward by the election of their individual communities of our kind.” He had moved on circling around, to where he had started and leaned forward hands on the table. “I take matters regarding my people seriously. Their safety, happiness, and way of life. Already I am working on securing an alternative to blood, a synthetic. It is time we left the shadows of the past and entered the brilliant realm of the future.”

“You would make us like the humans?”

“To save the lives of our people yes, the human hunters that stalk us through the night grow bolder, the Belmont’s forces have more than doubled under our noses no less. They have the power to alter memories, and who knows what else.”

“Then we destroy them.” A Lord suggested.

Drac was already seated in the room at the head of the table looking especially stately in a dark grey and crimson pinstripe suit made by his fiancé Honey. He sat not saying a word as various squabbling Lords and Ladies came in seated around the table. He sat there letting them squabble eyes shifting to Adhira, Ezra and Fabian the only ones who seemed to have a clue that silence was the more wiser option.

At last one by one they fell silent at last noticing the odd stillness coming from his side of the table. “Now that you all have gotten that out of your systems.” His Slavic accent still there as he stood regal, tall, and every bit the man whom had brought most of them together some centuries past. “I believe we can now get down to business like the governing body that we are. It has come to my attention that some of you are dissatisfied with how things have been run of late. It is true I have brushed much under the proverbial table, but what monarch in recovery doesn’t? I left you all in capable hands, each other, as I have done before, yet I sense unrest. Some remarks were made at the ball the other night, remarks I don’t take kindly too.” He circled around the table, “I made some of my own, remarks.” He said letting his hand brush across the back of the French Lord’s chair, “that still ring as true then as they do now. You are all elected to guide me, as your King not the other way around. Your position is replaceable, I do not speak this things with the intention of a despot. I speak this as a reminder of how good it is to have... fresh blood. Ergo Adhira, Fabian to name the newest members of our council. A council comprised of individuals put forward by the election of their individual communities of our kind.” He had moved on circling around, to where he had started and leaned forward hands on the table. “I take matters regarding my people seriously. Their safety, happiness, and way of life. Already I am working on securing an alternative to blood, a synthetic. It is time we left the shadows of the past and entered the brilliant realm of the future.”

“You would make us like the humans?”

“To save the lives of our people yes, the human hunters that stalk us through the night grow bolder, the Belmont’s forces have more than doubled under our noses no less. They have the power to alter memories, and who knows what else.”

“Then we destroy them.” A Lord suggested.

Drac was already seated in the room at the head of the table looking especially stately in a dark grey and crimson pinstripe suit made by his fiancé Honey. He sat not saying a word as various squabbling Lords and Ladies came in seated around the table. He sat there letting them squabble eyes shifting to Adhira, Ezra and Fabian the only ones who seemed to have a clue that silence was the more wiser option.

At last one by one they fell silent at last noticing the odd stillness coming from his side of the table. “Now that you all have gotten that out of your systems.” His Slavic accent still there as he stood regal, tall, and every bit the man whom had brought most of them together some centuries past. “I believe we can now get down to business like the governing body that we are. It has come to my attention that some of you are dissatisfied with how things have been run of late. It is true I have brushed much under the proverbial table, but what monarch in recovery doesn’t? I left you all in capable hands, each other, as I have done before, yet I sense unrest. Some remarks were made at the ball the other night, remarks I don’t take kindly too.” He circled around the table, “I made some of my own, remarks.” He said letting his hand brush across the back of the French Lord’s chair, “that still ring as true then as they do now. You are all elected to guide me, as your King not the other way around. Your position is replaceable, I do not speak this things with the intention of a despot. I speak this as a reminder of how good it is to have... fresh blood. Ergo Adhira, Fabian to name the newest members of our council. A council comprised of individuals put forward by the election of their individual communities of our kind.” He had moved on circling around, to where he had started and leaned forward hands on the table. “I take matters regarding my people seriously. Their safety, happiness, and way of life. Already I am working on securing an alternative to blood, a synthetic. It is time we left the shadows of the past and entered the brilliant realm of the future.”

“You would make us like the humans?”

“To save the lives of our people yes, the human hunters that stalk us through the night grow bolder, the Belmont’s forces have more than doubled under our noses no less. They have the power to alter memories, and who knows what else.”

“Then we destroy them.” A Lord suggested.

Drac was already seated in the room at the head of the table looking especially stately in a dark grey and crimson pinstripe suit made by his fiancé Honey. He sat not saying a word as various squabbling Lords and Ladies came in seated around the table. He sat there letting them squabble eyes shifting to Adhira, Ezra and Fabian the only ones who seemed to have a clue that silence was the more wiser option.

At last one by one they fell silent at last noticing the odd stillness coming from his side of the table. “Now that you all have gotten that out of your systems.” His Slavic accent still there as he stood regal, tall, and every bit the man whom had brought most of them together some centuries past. “I believe we can now get down to business like the governing body that we are. It has come to my attention that some of you are dissatisfied with how things have been run of late. It is true I have brushed much under the proverbial table, but what monarch in recovery doesn’t? I left you all in capable hands, each other, as I have done before, yet I sense unrest. Some remarks were made at the ball the other night, remarks I don’t take kindly too.” He circled around the table, “I made some of my own, remarks.” He said letting his hand brush across the back of the French Lord’s chair, “that still ring as true then as they do now. You are all elected to guide me, as your King not the other way around. Your position is replaceable, I do not speak this things with the intention of a despot. I speak this as a reminder of how good it is to have... fresh blood. Ergo Adhira, Fabian to name the newest members of our council. A council comprised of individuals put forward by the election of their individual communities of our kind.” He had moved on circling around, to where he had started and leaned forward hands on the table. “I take matters regarding my people seriously. Their safety, happiness, and way of life. Already I am working on securing an alternative to blood, a synthetic. It is time we left the shadows of the past and entered the brilliant realm of the future.”

“You would make us like the humans?”

“To save the lives of our people yes, the human hunters that stalk us through the night grow bolder, the Belmont’s forces have more than doubled under our noses no less. They have the power to alter memories, and who knows what else.”

“Then we destroy them.” A Lord suggested.

Drac was already seated in the room at the head of the table looking especially stately in a dark grey and crimson pinstripe suit made by his fiancé Honey. He sat not saying a word as various squabbling Lords and Ladies came in seated around the table. He sat there letting them squabble eyes shifting to Adhira, Ezra and Fabian the only ones who seemed to have a clue that silence was the more wiser option.

At last one by one they fell silent at last noticing the odd stillness coming from his side of the table. “Now that you all have gotten that out of your systems.” His Slavic accent still there as he stood regal, tall, and every bit the man whom had brought most of them together some centuries past. “I believe we can now get down to business like the governing body that we are. It has come to my attention that some of you are dissatisfied with how things have been run of late. It is true I have brushed much under the proverbial table, but what monarch in recovery doesn’t? I left you all in capable hands, each other, as I have done before, yet I sense unrest. Some remarks were made at the ball the other night, remarks I don’t take kindly too.” He circled around the table, “I made some of my own, remarks.” He said letting his hand brush across the back of the French Lord’s chair, “that still ring as true then as they do now. You are all elected to guide me, as your King not the other way around. Your position is replaceable, I do not speak this things with the intention of a despot. I speak this as a reminder of how good it is to have... fresh blood. Ergo Adhira, Fabian to name the newest members of our council. A council comprised of individuals put forward by the election of their individual communities of our kind.” He had moved on circling around, to where he had started and leaned forward hands on the table. “I take matters regarding my people seriously. Their safety, happiness, and way of life. Already I am working on securing an alternative to blood, a synthetic. It is time we left the shadows of the past and entered the brilliant realm of the future.”

“You would make us like the humans?”

“To save the lives of our people yes, the human hunters that stalk us through the night grow bolder, the Belmont’s forces have more than doubled under our noses no less. They have the power to alter memories, and who knows what else.”

“Then we destroy them.” A Lord suggested.

Drac was already seated in the room at the head of the table looking especially stately in a dark grey and crimson pinstripe suit made by his fiancé Honey. He sat not saying a word as various squabbling Lords and Ladies came in seated around the table. He sat there letting them squabble eyes shifting to Adhira, Ezra and Fabian the only ones who seemed to have a clue that silence was the more wiser option.

At last one by one they fell silent at last noticing the odd stillness coming from his side of the table. “Now that you all have gotten that out of your systems.” His Slavic accent still there as he stood regal, tall, and every bit the man whom had brought most of them together some centuries past. “I believe we can now get down to business like the governing body that we are. It has come to my attention that some of you are dissatisfied with how things have been run of late. It is true I have brushed much under the proverbial table, but what monarch in recovery doesn’t? I left you all in capable hands, each other, as I have done before, yet I sense unrest. Some remarks were made at the ball the other night, remarks I don’t take kindly too.” He circled around the table, “I made some of my own, remarks.” He said letting his hand brush across the back of the French Lord’s chair, “that still ring as true then as they do now. You are all elected to guide me, as your King not the other way around. Your position is replaceable, I do not speak this things with the intention of a despot. I speak this as a reminder of how good it is to have... fresh blood. Ergo Adhira, Fabian to name the newest members of our council. A council comprised of individuals put forward by the election of their individual communities of our kind.” He had moved on circling around, to where he had started and leaned forward hands on the table. “I take matters regarding my people seriously. Their safety, happiness, and way of life. Already I am working on securing an alternative to blood, a synthetic. It is time we left the shadows of the past and entered the brilliant realm of the future.”

“You would make us like the humans?”

“To save the lives of our people yes, the human hunters that stalk us through the night grow bolder, the Belmont’s forces have more than doubled under our noses no less. They have the power to alter memories, and who knows what else.”

“Then we destroy them.” A Lord suggested.

Drac was already seated in the room at the head of the table looking especially stately in a dark grey and crimson pinstripe suit made by his fiancé Honey. He sat not saying a word as various squabbling Lords and Ladies came in seated around the table. He sat there letting them squabble eyes shifting to Adhira, Ezra and Fabian the only ones who seemed to have a clue that silence was the more wiser option.

At last one by one they fell silent at last noticing the odd stillness coming from his side of the table. “Now that you all have gotten that out of your systems.” His Slavic accent still there as he stood regal, tall, and every bit the man whom had brought most of them together some centuries past. “I believe we can now get down to business like the governing body that we are. It has come to my attention that some of you are dissatisfied with how things have been run of late. It is true I have brushed much under the proverbial table, but what monarch in recovery doesn’t? I left you all in capable hands, each other, as I have done before, yet I sense unrest. Some remarks were made at the ball the other night, remarks I don’t take kindly too.” He circled around the table, “I made some of my own, remarks.” He said letting his hand brush across the back of the French Lord’s chair, “that still ring as true then as they do now. You are all elected to guide me, as your King not the other way around. Your position is replaceable, I do not speak this things with the intention of a despot. I speak this as a reminder of how good it is to have... fresh blood. Ergo Adhira, Fabian to name the newest members of our council. A council comprised of individuals put forward by the election of their individual communities of our kind.” He had moved on circling around, to where he had started and leaned forward hands on the table. “I take matters regarding my people seriously. Their safety, happiness, and way of life. Already I am working on securing an alternative to blood, a synthetic. It is time we left the shadows of the past and entered the brilliant realm of the future.”

“You would make us like the humans?”

“To save the lives of our people yes, the human hunters that stalk us through the night grow bolder, the Belmont’s forces have more than doubled under our noses no less. They have the power to alter memories, and who knows what else.”

“Then we destroy them.” A Lord suggested.

Drac was already seated in the room at the head of the table looking especially stately in a dark grey and crimson pinstripe suit made by his fiancé Honey. He sat not saying a word as various squabbling Lords and Ladies came in seated around the table. He sat there letting them squabble eyes shifting to Adhira, Ezra and Fabian the only ones who seemed to have a clue that silence was the more wiser option.

At last one by one they fell silent at last noticing the odd stillness coming from his side of the table. “Now that you all have gotten that out of your systems.” His Slavic accent still there as he stood regal, tall, and every bit the man whom had brought most of them together some centuries past. “I believe we can now get down to business like the governing body that we are. It has come to my attention that some of you are dissatisfied with how things have been run of late. It is true I have brushed much under the proverbial table, but what monarch in recovery doesn’t? I left you all in capable hands, each other, as I have done before, yet I sense unrest. Some remarks were made at the ball the other night, remarks I don’t take kindly too.” He circled around the table, “I made some of my own, remarks.” He said letting his hand brush across the back of the French Lord’s chair, “that still ring as true then as they do now. You are all elected to guide me, as your King not the other way around. Your position is replaceable, I do not speak this things with the intention of a despot. I speak this as a reminder of how good it is to have... fresh blood. Ergo Adhira, Fabian to name the newest members of our council. A council comprised of individuals put forward by the election of their individual communities of our kind.” He had moved on circling around, to where he had started and leaned forward hands on the table. “I take matters regarding my people seriously. Their safety, happiness, and way of life. Already I am working on securing an alternative to blood, a synthetic. It is time we left the shadows of the past and entered the brilliant realm of the future.”

“You would make us like the humans?”

“To save the lives of our people yes, the human hunters that stalk us through the night grow bolder, the Belmont’s forces have more than doubled under our noses no less. They have the power to alter memories, and who knows what else.”

“Then we destroy them.” A Lord suggested.

"a synthetic alternative will take some convincing. Our kind due to our being stuck in time tend to be stubborn to change. Our greatest example is our older members who A) still think i don't belong here because I'm a woman and B) complain about Fabian Being to Young and either complaining that he's going to turn into carmilla or that he isn't enough like carmilla"

Instantly there was an uproar from several council members cursing the woman out and she laughed a little

There was a knock at the door revealing two men dressed as footmen one held out an invitation as he bowed to Felicity, “your presence is requested Princess Felicity to attend the Royal Masquerade to be held. You may bring all who you wish to attend with you.”

A smaller no less regal invitation was also held out by the other. “Emperor Rex’s presence is also requested.”

-

Dancers swirled to the hauntingly beautiful waltz that played guided masks glimmered from the “floating” braziers that lined the walls and the grand chandelier made of precious crystal and oppulent gold. Silks of every hue floated in the breezy rafters of the ceiling only giving way to allow one to see the ornate metal work. Servants busied pass carrying trays laden with foods and various drinks.

On one side was a banquet table several feet long bearing foods from every corner of the globe. Each place one could imagine was represented, and given credence. Fire breathers, acrobats, and jugglers performed in the garden outside where some had chosen to stroll in the almost full moonlight. The stars shone bright and the cool wind was refreshing.

"I was warning you not criticizing, hence the beginning 'i must warn you' and then not lecturing you myself. Believe it or not your royal pain in the-"

"found it" Carina interrupted showing a pretty gown that would look lovely on adhira and turning her away

There was a knock at the door revealing two men dressed as footmen one held out an invitation as he bowed to Felicity, “your presence is requested Princess Felicity to attend the Royal Masquerade to be held. You may bring all who you wish to attend with you.”

A smaller no less regal invitation was also held out by the other. “Emperor Rex’s presence is also requested.”

-

Dancers swirled to the hauntingly beautiful waltz that played guided masks glimmered from the “floating” braziers that lined the walls and the grand chandelier made of precious crystal and oppulent gold. Silks of every hue floated in the breezy rafters of the ceiling only giving way to allow one to see the ornate metal work. Servants busied pass carrying trays laden with foods and various drinks.

On one side was a banquet table several feet long bearing foods from every corner of the globe. Each place one could imagine was represented, and given credence. Fire breathers, acrobats, and jugglers performed in the garden outside where some had chosen to stroll in the almost full moonlight. The stars shone bright and the cool wind was refreshing.

"people are going to think you've gone soft indulging her like this" horny said to him "but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the sweetest thing I'd ever seen with the way you danced with her. I'm starting to worry I've got some competition for your attention" honey teased him as she looked over Felicity was trying to copy the steps with Fitz stepping and trying to show him how she and Vlad had done it

Fitz attempted but stumbled a bit, “sorry I get glasses in a few days.” He offered as an explanation.

Kitty looked around for someone before Will walked up to her and held out a hand, “I think there is always a time to dance with my little girl?”

"it's ok, we'll go slow. Try again* Felicity said showing him again and trying to walk him through the steps

Honey nodded a bit

"they're awfully sweet I think they'd love to spend s day with Nikki. I think after Sweeney Todd would be preferable so we don't give them ideas of murder" honey suggested as she rested with him to the music

Will lifted Kitty up spinning making her giggle. “Weee Papa! Weee!”

"some day, for now I can only doing you a tiny bit" Felicity lifted her arm and helped him soon under her arm giggling

Honey noticed him enjoying their closeness and smiled focusing on him rather than the children now

"how is it you can say something so sappy and make it sound so wonderful and sweet?" Honey asked him they had made such wonderful memories before, not many got to say they could relive them again.

"yes but I think you have other guests to acknowledge as well." Honey said as if on que there was the sound of shattering glass and two voices arguing in Hindi and french. Carina approached with an exasperated sigh

"this Moron ruined my Sari on purpose!" She said noting the large red stain on her bright blue sari the French Lord rolled his eyes

"I did no such thing, she is crazy and threw her wine on me in a fit of lunacy!"

"you wouldn't do that to me, it would take Carina away from your pretty descendant if I had to go back to India." Adhira told him stubbornly Carina looked over the sari stain and looked at Vlad

"honey always brings some extra outfits I'll see if I can find something in madame's size, please don't kill her I like my girlfriend" Carina said as she started off to find honey again as the French Lord and adhira glared daggers at each other

Fabian ran a hand through his hair

"it's so difficult to get blood out of clothing too" she said with a rather defeated sigh before she looked up at him

There was a knock at the door revealing two men dressed as footmen one held out an invitation as he bowed to Felicity, “your presence is requested Princess Felicity to attend the Royal Masquerade to be held. You may bring all who you wish to attend with you.”

A smaller no less regal invitation was also held out by the other. “Emperor Rex’s presence is also requested.”

-

Dancers swirled to the hauntingly beautiful waltz that played guided masks glimmered from the “floating” braziers that lined the walls and the grand chandelier made of precious crystal and oppulent gold. Silks of every hue floated in the breezy rafters of the ceiling only giving way to allow one to see the ornate metal work. Servants busied pass carrying trays laden with foods and various drinks.

On one side was a banquet table several feet long bearing foods from every corner of the globe. Each place one could imagine was represented, and given credence. Fire breathers, acrobats, and jugglers performed in the garden outside where some had chosen to stroll in the almost full moonlight. The stars shone bright and the cool wind was refreshing.

"people are going to think you've gone soft indulging her like this" horny said to him "but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the sweetest thing I'd ever seen with the way you danced with her. I'm starting to worry I've got some competition for your attention" honey teased him as she looked over Felicity was trying to copy the steps with Fitz stepping and trying to show him how she and Vlad had done it

Fitz attempted but stumbled a bit, “sorry I get glasses in a few days.” He offered as an explanation.

Kitty looked around for someone before Will walked up to her and held out a hand, “I think there is always a time to dance with my little girl?”

"it's ok, we'll go slow. Try again* Felicity said showing him again and trying to walk him through the steps

Honey nodded a bit

"they're awfully sweet I think they'd love to spend s day with Nikki. I think after Sweeney Todd would be preferable so we don't give them ideas of murder" honey suggested as she rested with him to the music

Will lifted Kitty up spinning making her giggle. “Weee Papa! Weee!”

"some day, for now I can only doing you a tiny bit" Felicity lifted her arm and helped him soon under her arm giggling

Honey noticed him enjoying their closeness and smiled focusing on him rather than the children now

"how is it you can say something so sappy and make it sound so wonderful and sweet?" Honey asked him they had made such wonderful memories before, not many got to say they could relive them again.

"yes but I think you have other guests to acknowledge as well." Honey said as if on que there was the sound of shattering glass and two voices arguing in Hindi and french. Carina approached with an exasperated sigh

"this Moron ruined my Sari on purpose!" She said noting the large red stain on her bright blue sari the French Lord rolled his eyes

"I did no such thing, she is crazy and threw her wine on me in a fit of lunacy!"

"you wouldn't do that to me, it would take Carina away from your pretty descendant if I had to go back to India." Adhira told him stubbornly Carina looked over the sari stain and looked at Vlad

"honey always brings some extra outfits I'll see if I can find something in madame's size, please don't kill her I like my girlfriend" Carina said as she started off to find honey again as the French Lord and adhira glared daggers at each other

Fabian ran a hand through his hair

There was a knock at the door revealing two men dressed as footmen one held out an invitation as he bowed to Felicity, “your presence is requested Princess Felicity to attend the Royal Masquerade to be held. You may bring all who you wish to attend with you.”

A smaller no less regal invitation was also held out by the other. “Emperor Rex’s presence is also requested.”

-

Dancers swirled to the hauntingly beautiful waltz that played guided masks glimmered from the “floating” braziers that lined the walls and the grand chandelier made of precious crystal and oppulent gold. Silks of every hue floated in the breezy rafters of the ceiling only giving way to allow one to see the ornate metal work. Servants busied pass carrying trays laden with foods and various drinks.

On one side was a banquet table several feet long bearing foods from every corner of the globe. Each place one could imagine was represented, and given credence. Fire breathers, acrobats, and jugglers performed in the garden outside where some had chosen to stroll in the almost full moonlight. The stars shone bright and the cool wind was refreshing.

"people are going to think you've gone soft indulging her like this" horny said to him "but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the sweetest thing I'd ever seen with the way you danced with her. I'm starting to worry I've got some competition for your attention" honey teased him as she looked over Felicity was trying to copy the steps with Fitz stepping and trying to show him how she and Vlad had done it

Fitz attempted but stumbled a bit, “sorry I get glasses in a few days.” He offered as an explanation.

Kitty looked around for someone before Will walked up to her and held out a hand, “I think there is always a time to dance with my little girl?”

"it's ok, we'll go slow. Try again* Felicity said showing him again and trying to walk him through the steps

Honey nodded a bit

"they're awfully sweet I think they'd love to spend s day with Nikki. I think after Sweeney Todd would be preferable so we don't give them ideas of murder" honey suggested as she rested with him to the music

Will lifted Kitty up spinning making her giggle. “Weee Papa! Weee!”

"some day, for now I can only doing you a tiny bit" Felicity lifted her arm and helped him soon under her arm giggling

Honey noticed him enjoying their closeness and smiled focusing on him rather than the children now

"how is it you can say something so sappy and make it sound so wonderful and sweet?" Honey asked him they had made such wonderful memories before, not many got to say they could relive them again.

"yes but I think you have other guests to acknowledge as well." Honey said as if on que there was the sound of shattering glass and two voices arguing in Hindi and french. Carina approached with an exasperated sigh

"this Moron ruined my Sari on purpose!" She said noting the large red stain on her bright blue sari the French Lord rolled his eyes

"I did no such thing, she is crazy and threw her wine on me in a fit of lunacy!"

Fabian could only shrug

“So why aren’t we experiencing the apocalypse then?” One of the council members asked. “It was the loss of a woman that sent him overboard.”

It didn’t seem likely that if Drac we’re the cause of his own suffering in his own eyes that Drac would punish the world for it.

“Doesn’t that priest of the all faith have magic?”

“I tried a locator spell… actually I tried several and this is what they gave me every time”

"you can't just take my assistant, she is mine."

Carina rolled her eyes a little bit and nodded it was sad but it was true she had no power over and she knew she had been abusing adhira's "kindness" lately

"you'd deny a tool to rescue our king?" Fabian asked quirking a brow at her and Adhira sputtered trying to come up with some valid excuse but all eyes were on her and Fabian had backed her into the corner she gave an irritated sigh and once more removed her amulet handing it to fabian

Fabian could only shrug

“So why aren’t we experiencing the apocalypse then?” One of the council members asked. “It was the loss of a woman that sent him overboard.”

It didn’t seem likely that if Drac we’re the cause of his own suffering in his own eyes that Drac would punish the world for it.

“Doesn’t that priest of the all faith have magic?”

Fabian could only shrug