And after my bath I started running.
They let me.
Lived for a few hundred years.
Yeah I know... I'm lying again...
I never got to the Sheriff. Way above my blood-grade. So to speak? Better not.
Even a broken toy knows when its magnets don't work anymore.
Every protection and alliance I'd made winked out of existence.
The young ones fled at the mention of my name.
I sunk into the earth. Australia. Happy torpors for me.
Gehenna. Fiery angels raining from the sky. The Blood Moon. Sundering of Gaia. A star conjunction that swallows the sun. The most powerful had left. Well there's your Rapture.
The Ventrue antitribu reigned, a true antichristian triumvirate if such things mattered.
Cain. Lilith. Human history. All that blood just to wake me.
You decide...
"... if I let you live." Sheriff was undeadly serious. Pity.
"Ok, I'm game. You still... unwell. Hello to infinite possibilities."
- Annals of a vessel of Vasantasenā
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