@cadavrangeโย ๐๐ฌ๐ค๐๐ ย : ย ย โ i bow to no one. โ
๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐๐ค, ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ,ย ย the gentleman, however cruel his bitter heart, disguised himself in his finery. it was an act, agreed upon by the aristocracy, to live their short lives lavishly, as given to them by a generous god above. it was quite the act to witness.ย ย in polite company,ย ย he had come face to face with this truthย ( ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐,ย ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ )ย ย and found itย repugnant.ย
although he remained loyal to his promise, never to bring harm to the lives of mortal men, he did have fervent disdain for the act. it was the nature of man, seemingly unending, to reject all which it did not understand: cursing the sin and the sinner alike.ย ย unlike those gentlemen,ย ย how does the pauper hide his vices ?ย ย they were stripped bare, unprotected, vulnerable to the cruelty of men.
alucard did not know where the man before him stood: so unlike the men with which he was familiar, and yet he mimicked their very nature, and seemed to adopt the tools of the aristocracy for his own.ย was he oppressor, or did he oppress ?ย ย ย
โ โ โno one.โย โย ย ย he repeats, accent peeking from his well-trained tongue, in all efforts to assimilate to a foreign tongue. exotic, to some, he was certain: to others, a frightening reminder of the world beyond the west. for, though he spent his time encountering nobles and righteous academia, there would ever be whispers of his mysterious, esoteric origins.ย ย
โ all men bow to something. if not kings and critics, then perhaps greed or lust. โย ย ย ย it is rhetoric, a musing, gone in a moment as the man adjusts himself before erik, that enigma. leaning forth, chin finds itself hammocked against joined fingers, fixing his eyes upon him in intrigue.ย ย he feigns virtue,ย ย but for what end alucard was not certain.ย ย ย โ what is it that youย WILLย bow to, erik ?ย ย โ