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.How humbling. A slow shift would promptly take place beyond the Devil’s typical brutish stance, him seeming to blend in with the night aur seemed to do nothing but that of draw attention to his already shimmering facade abroad the moonlight beam. That voice, familiar, easing to the ears yet as a coaxing croon would brush gently along his pointed conch. Him, how long it had been, yet this be all but too true to the Count.

Sharp claws stained soot would begin to slowly massage fingertips in circles, his thick callused digits only looking to seek solace among the strange yet familiar scent that took thickly to night air. Erythraen eyes would flint past thick lashes and framing bangs to meet the strange speak, squinting, glinting beastly in the pitch. One would almost see a faint glint of ivory underneath a Dragon’s hollowing iris glow.

The heavy rain made the late night silence of the church only that much more noticeable. 

Winter was on duty, the young albino nun doing the last of her rounds as she looked for anything out of place before she finally headed to bed. It was within these late hours that many undesirables often found themselves upon the sacred church grounds, although not so much to repent as to cause even further trouble. It was her duty to chase them off before they could do anything, something which she did with great gusto. 

A pounding upon the great wooden doors at the entrance drew her attention. Candle in one hand, her cross in the other, she hurried to the doors. “Coming!” She called to quell the pounding as she unlocked the doors. They creaked as she opened them, the sound echoing as she peered out into the forbidding darkness. “Hello?”