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The Sleeper smiled down at the strange little morsel that presented itself to him. It stood fearlessly, an act of either foolishness or bravery. Or perhaps simply ignorance. And yet, it seemed to recognise him, interesting indeed. The Sleeper allowed a slight smile to play onto it's face as it sat straighter. "One of my first discoveries upon being brought here was that there are many worlds, and they tend to share some elements in common. A being of my importance is present in many, although most as mere pale shadows of my true self." he hesitated for a moment, before continuing. "We have never met before, although you may have met one of these shadows. My name is Alucard, Lord of Vampires. You may also know me as Dracula." Alucard waited a moment, to see if this little creature would start shooting him, as those warmongering freaks had done. Seeing no immediate hostile reaction, he continued. "I have seen many good monsters become mere servants to human scum. But surely not one of my kin. A vampire, in the true sense of the word."

Not waiting for an answer, Alucard continued, glad to finally have a target for his monologues. The Tyranid formed wonderful servants, but were lacking in the conversation department. "This world is the center of things. The most important piece of the puzzle. I've been brought here in order to clean it and present it, to prepare it for the ordeals to come." He gestures at the vast Tyranid armies outside, as they tore through the Goa'Uld forces. "These are my servants in this matter. A gift, from my master. With these I shall cleanse this world of the unworthy. It appears that in my slumber my previous work has been undone, and life has sprung up anew. Sturdier life, as well." He nodded with admiration at the Goa'Uld warships. "But it is no matter. None can stand before the Lord of Vampires and live. The fate of the world is to bend to my will, and mere mortal beings cannot hope to oppose me."

Imperiously, Alucard surveyed the world, as if daring the horizon to question his statements. When no answer came forth, he instead looked to Mithias, as if begging him to ask a question. It had been a while since he had had an audience to impress, and he did love his theatrics.