Lucian had made the walk up to his room and now he stood under the running water of the warm shower, he stood there as the water rinsed away the blood and dirt to reveal a beautiful golden haired knight, in a single night he had managed to bring doubt from his own family, fall in love...and then destroy it by losing control. He absentmindedly washed himself with the washcloth running his fingers along the muscles and sinew scrubbing deep as if trying to wash Dracula out of him. He hated what he had become...but the power was unlike anything he had ever felt...no...no this was wrong. Lucian shook his head and shut off the water before stepping out and glistening in the dim light of the bathroom. He dried himself before getting dressed slowly and placing on his formal uniform from world war 2 and making his way downstairs. Once there he sought out Praetor, "I came...like you asked brother..."

Morgan stood close by to Adrian but upon seeing Brenna a smile crossed her lips, "[color=00aeef]And the well of souls continues to grow...how wonderful.[/color] The ancient's eyes watched everything and gave off the most predatory of auras.