#defyprovidence

Whatever tension he still held melted from his limbs as he collapsed beside the other. “I’m glad it was entertaining. Next time stop me if I ever get invited to another ‘training session’. Three Belmonts and a warlock wasn’t the right mix.”

BUT HOPE OFTEN COMES IN THE STRANGEST FORM, or at least, vengence does : by bringing within his realm of the coldest stone two minds so easily invaded ( just like the rest of their fragile race ), Dracula signed his own demise. NEVERTHELESS, the irony of such a plan was still bitter to Walter's taste : what he once could crush with the gesture of his hand would now be his escape plan. HOW IT COSTED HIM TO FINALLY APPEAR TO ONE'S EYES, his presence flickering like a living flames in the dead of the night, he finally spoke, almost free from a thousand years of suffering. —— So... You're the mortal Dracula speaks so highly of ? How your Lord has changed since the first time I've met him... “ HE REMEMBERS MATHIAS' BURNING HATRED, his will to undo what miseries the world had created through its very destruction. He remembers a promise once made upon the birth of a monster, one far greater than he ever did ( the promise of blood and wars ). But a mortal will always remain a mortal, despite all the powers that they've been given : one day, the armor they built around their heart breaks, turning them back into the fool they always were. —— And a necromancer... Not quite human then, are you ? But not quite one of us either. “

“ if i admitted that wasn’t the first time i’d had that cast on me, would you be surprised? ”

“Absolutely not...”

He did look better, brighter, much healthier than the very first time they met eyes. No longer a sickly pale, no longer dark and greasy strains of matted sliver hair, or clouded hooded eyes. Months of a steady recovery certain does it own sort of magic.

He faced the waves, enjoying the warm breezed they carried to the shores. It was a process. The people had returned, but the water and land still needed some time to undo years of poisoning. Years of corruption needed to be carefully scrubbed without burning the ground and the people within it.

There was a new found drive to fix such a place, lord knows he wished he knew where it came from.

“It was certainly a better adventure than the past year, yes.” A pause before he finally lowers his head to look at the other curiously.

He wrung his hands briefly, “Trevor-- he--”

He paused.

“It’s okay, it isn’t my first time dying.”

A pause.

vlad watched the little cat play with a piece of string that dangled from his fingers, it not seeming to notice anything wrong with its half-decayed body. no mater how many times he visited the forgemaster, seeing these undead creatures continued to fascinate him. a ghost of a smile touched the corner of his lips when the cat tripped over it’s own skeletal paws. glancing at the other across the table, he nods to the animal. “ where did you find this one? ” his gaze is quickly turned back to the cat in question, the string he held now being spun round and around, this time gaining a halfhearted chuckle from the vampire when the thing got too dizzy to stand upright.

straightening his posture now, he drops the string for the undead thing to play with on its own. with attention fully on hector now, vlad settles an elbow on the the table and rests his chin on the knuckles of his fingers.

For every “📝” I receive I’ll post a fact about the muse! And for every “📑” I receive I’ll post a fact about myself!

Muse:

. Lenore is known for keeping pets. Often more than she really has the resource for. But she’s potentially worked out a deal with Stryga-- when one crosses her or she grows bored of it, she releases it and gives it a two day head start to hunt.