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[center][@Zoey Boey][/center]
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[center][b]Location: The City - Dio's Mansion.[/b][/center]
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Dracula nodded at the man's simple answer. It wasn't much, but it did speak volumes about how the other vampire saw the world. Or at least the world of manners and etiquette anyway, which was once again in opposition to his own views. Where Dio was cordial and hospitable, Dracula was less so. He wished to be left to his own devices for the most part, only really letting his son visit him. Although now he was quickly coming to regret that choice. 

It was, after all, the reason Alucard had been able to steal Vampire Killer in the first place.

"It is no trouble either way," Dracula replied with a slight wave, shifting his attention off of his thoughts and back to his host. Taking hold of the glass, he raised it to his lips and took a sip, nodding appreciatively at the flavor as he absentmindedly listened to Dio's musings on history. After a while though, the other vampire paused to take a sip of his own drink, causing Dracula to return his focus to him just in time to catch the question that followed a few seconds later.

"My name is Dracula," he replied, taking another sip before lowering the glass with a slight smirk. "Dracul for short."


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[center][b]Location: Somewhere high above the Crossroads.[/b][/center]
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[center][I]Rushing wind and seething cold
A disorientating darkness without end
Down and down didst he fall
Until at last he saw it all...[/I][/center]

Finally managing to pry his eyes open, Lucifer found himself falling once again, only this time towards dark spires of light and steel. Clearly this wasn't Heaven, the architectural style was too different, and it obviously wasn't Hell either, despite the rather uniform and bleak looking layout the structures-a city apparently-sprawled out beneath him had. So if it was not Heaven nor Hell, then what was it? A place in Chaos and her consort Night perhaps? Earth, perchance? 

It certainly seemed that way to him. Given the speed at which humans had advanced, physically anyway, it stood to reason that this was one of their cities. Of course that didn't explain why he was falling towards it, nor why it looked the way it did. From what he could recall, man had built things on the same scale, but they were markedly [I]less[/I] dystopian, quite unlike the dark and cold vision he was now confronted with.

Granted, they could have simply strayed further from father in the brief time he'd been tending to matters in Hell, which would also explain the sudden shift in appearance, and if that was the case then he took no issue with it.

The disobedience of a beloved creation was the greatest spite after all.

Appearance and purpose aside, however, the city wasn't his most pressing concern at the moment. No, the fact that he was plummeting towards it at a million miles a second was. Flailing about helplessly for a bit, looking for anything that could help slow the speed of his descent and finding nothing, the fallen Cherub eventually decided to brace for impact as best he could, and hope-a notion whose irony was not lost on him-that the landing didn't injure him too much. Where once such a thing would have been as trivial to him as gathering water was for a human, now it was truly a matter for concern. No longer was he able to rely on the gifts that had been given to him by his father, such as the wings that were torn from his back just like the painless existence he once enjoyed. 

Now he was forced to make due with significantly less, making a fall like this even more of a gambit than the one that had led him here in the first place.

Still, it was all he could do. So, splaying out in mid-air, hoping to slow his descent as much as he possibly could, Lucifer waited and watched as the ground rushed up to meet him.

For the longest time, there was nothing save the deafening roar of wind as it sped past.

A few more minutes crawled by as the ground drew closer.

Still nothing.

Then, a few more minutes ticked by, followed by more of the same until the moment finally came...

And he was sent flying through a solid wall, momentum carrying him downwards through apartment after apartment, until his battered body was violently thrown out into the street and his mind into the soothing umbral embrace of unconsciousness...