Valken seethed at the one he called bitch. "I am 10 times older than you, incredible idiot.. You pretentious waste of female material. I've known these folks for some time before this, so again, your an idiot who feels the need to heighten herself so that she can masterbate her ego. Don't you dare talk to me about what I don't know..I know a place where I can condemn you for all eternity. And don't you EVER talk to me about my mother or my father or so help me I will chew on your spine. " valken turned away, still a bubbling pot if oil when he reached Cassandra. Some other folk had become fed up with their chicken clucking and he rose his neck to look over the crowd at the voice. "Well then solve the problem before I do.."
He was quiet for a small time, Ishmael hounding him for giving the monologue from before. Valken blushed slightly over his scowling face. "Shut up.." He huffed, "I can see where your coming from but truthfully I have yet to bring one with me...I am a slave to my sperm as are you and every male on the earth.."
The way valken spoke used terminology describe it as odd and uncomfortable. Certainly not the kind that a child should hear. Still, valken focused on Cassandra, "he is human but he will need to be as strong as a demon if he is to survive a parent less life."
He had become less disturbed now, opening his nostrils wide to keep the smells of Cassandra in his mouth. Some how the sounds of a bird made it into the sewers and Ishmael slayed it quickly. Valken chuckled, "necromancers raise the already dead, they don't have to kill living people for it...there are millions of dead laying around..but I'm not going to defend him."
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Valken listened to Ishmael as he walked along side him and it seemed he was venting to him about what has happened and he nodded when he was finished. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was impossible for Valken to understand what it was like to work for the church, or have a dedication for it, or have a religion for that matter.
"I imagine you don't know what nihilism is.. " He said surprisingly in response.
"Look, you can choose to look at it that way, or you can choose to look at the fact that there is no such thing as failure. If, as you believe that God has some grand design for you all, then it was supposed to happen and you did not fail in his eyes because he meant for it to happen. " Valken had a weird moment when he realized that he sounded like his surrogate father. " ....just don't worry about it." He said a little agitated by himself.
While talking to Ishmael he was made aware that the pink smudge and an' ankle bitter was nearing them and they had reached their sides just as Valken was done.
The pink smudge began the conversation but Valken was actually paying more attention to 'the sapling'.
"Yes. Mother was most merciful and brutal. She fed me well and would take me outside with her through meadows of flowers. I have good memories as we would play in the snow in the winter time and she would groom me and dress me accordingly. She taught me many things including the dark arts of raising the dead, summoning demons and interplanal travel and defenses. She stimulated my mind well. When I reached sexual maturity she began to train me and taught me a lot about taking care of myself and what I needed to eat in order to gain muscle and keep it. But she wouldn't have been able to to any of those things if she didn't feed me properly as an infant. While I could walk with in 3 hours of my birth, I had to drain my mother of her breast milk and father of his blood to eat well. In response they had to also make sure that they were in good health for my sake. In a years time, I could eat human flesh and thus my mother had to lure humans to our home so that I may live. I imagine it must have been a horrible moral conundrum and that she had to escape many a hangings and prosecutions but it had to be done so that I could one day feed myself entirely and they would be rid of such work. Yes, Mother was most merciful and brutal indeed."
Truthfully Valken has never had any experience with kids, he's never been allowed to play as a child himself in fear that he might eat them as soon as he was hungry. His parents were right to keep him from them, not only to protect Valken from other angry parents, but to protect their human children.
Valken turned his head and focused on the child and made strange clicking noises at it. He was curious and strangely he became excited and he wanted to play with it. But to let Valken play with this kid would be closer to a dog trying to play with a squirrel and everyone knows what would eventually happen to the tiny squirrel.
"What is it?" He asked the boy, stalling in his gait and bringing up the rear behind the boy. He bent down and sniffed at his hair so much that a few hair strands were lifted up off the top of his head.
"Does it fight?" He asked, lifting his foot and purposely shoving the kid forwards. Truthfully he wanted to beat the child to test it's limits and will it to defend for itself. It was a strange act of 'brotherly bullying' except that Valken would kill the child if it did not attack him back. He wasn't aware of the possible motherly instinct of the females as he knew that the kid was not born of them.
"The sapling is weak." He said threateningly chattering his teeth together. " I could walk with in 3 hours of my birth. And it takes you 3 years." Valken would swipe the ankles of the kid as he tried to walk, tripping him and preventing him from getting away too far. It was a cat and mouse game.
While he was 'playing' with the sapling, his ears were being raided by a whining voice like a bleating lamb trying to cry with it's throat slashed.
Eventually Valken's excitement turned into rage and disgust and he turned around and focused on the white witch.
"SHUT UP" He shouted inches from her face. "YES, YOU ARE BOTHERING ME- GO AWAY AND DIE ALONE IF YOU DO NOT TRUST ANYONE- SHUT UP SHUT UP- SHUT UUP"
Valken's shouting seemed very unnecessary against kyalia's mere talking which, made him look like he had severe anger issues. Which.. he did.
" If you yourself say that you have a bad attitude then you are basically calling yourself a big, fat, bitch! Everything you just said was just a huge pile of BUUUUULLLLLLLSSSSSHIIIIIIIIITTT and I don't want to spend the time it would take to undo the mass if stupidity you just released into the air and raped my ears with! SO GO- JUST... GO- GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH YOU THE REST OF THE WAY IF I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU FOR 5 SECONDS!"
"I imagine you don't know what nihilism is.. " He said surprisingly in response.
"Look, you can choose to look at it that way, or you can choose to look at the fact that there is no such thing as failure. If, as you believe that God has some grand design for you all, then it was supposed to happen and you did not fail in his eyes because he meant for it to happen. " Valken had a weird moment when he realized that he sounded like his surrogate father. " ....just don't worry about it." He said a little agitated by himself.
While talking to Ishmael he was made aware that the pink smudge and an' ankle bitter was nearing them and they had reached their sides just as Valken was done.
The pink smudge began the conversation but Valken was actually paying more attention to 'the sapling'.
"Yes. Mother was most merciful and brutal. She fed me well and would take me outside with her through meadows of flowers. I have good memories as we would play in the snow in the winter time and she would groom me and dress me accordingly. She taught me many things including the dark arts of raising the dead, summoning demons and interplanal travel and defenses. She stimulated my mind well. When I reached sexual maturity she began to train me and taught me a lot about taking care of myself and what I needed to eat in order to gain muscle and keep it. But she wouldn't have been able to to any of those things if she didn't feed me properly as an infant. While I could walk with in 3 hours of my birth, I had to drain my mother of her breast milk and father of his blood to eat well. In response they had to also make sure that they were in good health for my sake. In a years time, I could eat human flesh and thus my mother had to lure humans to our home so that I may live. I imagine it must have been a horrible moral conundrum and that she had to escape many a hangings and prosecutions but it had to be done so that I could one day feed myself entirely and they would be rid of such work. Yes, Mother was most merciful and brutal indeed."
Truthfully Valken has never had any experience with kids, he's never been allowed to play as a child himself in fear that he might eat them as soon as he was hungry. His parents were right to keep him from them, not only to protect Valken from other angry parents, but to protect their human children.
Valken turned his head and focused on the child and made strange clicking noises at it. He was curious and strangely he became excited and he wanted to play with it. But to let Valken play with this kid would be closer to a dog trying to play with a squirrel and everyone knows what would eventually happen to the tiny squirrel.
"What is it?" He asked the boy, stalling in his gait and bringing up the rear behind the boy. He bent down and sniffed at his hair so much that a few hair strands were lifted up off the top of his head.
"Does it fight?" He asked, lifting his foot and purposely shoving the kid forwards. Truthfully he wanted to beat the child to test it's limits and will it to defend for itself. It was a strange act of 'brotherly bullying' except that Valken would kill the child if it did not attack him back. He wasn't aware of the possible motherly instinct of the females as he knew that the kid was not born of them.
"The sapling is weak." He said threateningly chattering his teeth together. " I could walk with in 3 hours of my birth. And it takes you 3 years." Valken would swipe the ankles of the kid as he tried to walk, tripping him and preventing him from getting away too far. It was a cat and mouse game.
While he was 'playing' with the sapling, his ears were being raided by a whining voice like a bleating lamb trying to cry with it's throat slashed.
Eventually Valken's excitement turned into rage and disgust and he turned around and focused on the white witch.
"SHUT UP" He shouted inches from her face. "YES, YOU ARE BOTHERING ME- GO AWAY AND DIE ALONE IF YOU DO NOT TRUST ANYONE- SHUT UP SHUT UP- SHUT UUP"
Valken's shouting seemed very unnecessary against kyalia's mere talking which, made him look like he had severe anger issues. Which.. he did.
" If you yourself say that you have a bad attitude then you are basically calling yourself a big, fat, bitch! Everything you just said was just a huge pile of BUUUUULLLLLLLSSSSSHIIIIIIIIITTT and I don't want to spend the time it would take to undo the mass if stupidity you just released into the air and raped my ears with! SO GO- JUST... GO- GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH YOU THE REST OF THE WAY IF I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU FOR 5 SECONDS!"
What a lot of people forget is that Valken can hear every conversation at once, and since they group was so tightly packed together, it wasn't hard at all. When he was announced as a friendly, Valken relaxed slightly and let the armored tin man approach him. He had to stick his face rather close for valken to see him properly and upon doing so, things clicked.
"Oh...its you.." He said, his ears turning to focus on Ishmael. " I should have guessed you'd be around here.."
Valken stood silently as his name was given out to the group along with his title of St. micheals son and frankly he was a little embarrassed by that.
But among the smells and sounds of the different people he was taking into his senses he noticed that Cassandra approached him rather casually and immediately he lowered his head and bent his knees so that he would be lower to her. It was a sign of respect and submissiveness as she practically saved his means to eat. They had met when Valken tore his wing which rendered him unable to fly with out considerable exertion. With out his ability to fly he would not be able to catch humans, travel, or get away from danger.
With out retaliation he let her take his wing and out stretch it to examine the thin layer of stretched skin and upon it there was a medium patch of a lighter shade of skin where his tear was.
"Yes.." Valken answered her simply before raising up to his full height and he took a large intake of air through his nose at her direction.
"You do not smell exactly the same as I remember.. it must be this dirt.." he said almost endearingly.
During his tasting session with cassandra he listened to Ishmaels plan. There was a few more females in the group and it seemed he ruffled one of their feathers. She seemed pretty adamant about her religious beliefs and frankly it made sense to him. Valken shrugged, to each their own.
He focused his ears to another group of females, his eyes weren't the greatest at sensing depth or detail but even from here he saw a pink blob. "My mother is a dark witch...and she makes good cookies and bread. By the way, I can hear you. And yes, it's a real mess out there.." He turned to Ishmeal, agreeing to the idea of keeping on.
"Oh...its you.." He said, his ears turning to focus on Ishmael. " I should have guessed you'd be around here.."
Valken stood silently as his name was given out to the group along with his title of St. micheals son and frankly he was a little embarrassed by that.
But among the smells and sounds of the different people he was taking into his senses he noticed that Cassandra approached him rather casually and immediately he lowered his head and bent his knees so that he would be lower to her. It was a sign of respect and submissiveness as she practically saved his means to eat. They had met when Valken tore his wing which rendered him unable to fly with out considerable exertion. With out his ability to fly he would not be able to catch humans, travel, or get away from danger.
With out retaliation he let her take his wing and out stretch it to examine the thin layer of stretched skin and upon it there was a medium patch of a lighter shade of skin where his tear was.
"Yes.." Valken answered her simply before raising up to his full height and he took a large intake of air through his nose at her direction.
"You do not smell exactly the same as I remember.. it must be this dirt.." he said almost endearingly.
During his tasting session with cassandra he listened to Ishmaels plan. There was a few more females in the group and it seemed he ruffled one of their feathers. She seemed pretty adamant about her religious beliefs and frankly it made sense to him. Valken shrugged, to each their own.
He focused his ears to another group of females, his eyes weren't the greatest at sensing depth or detail but even from here he saw a pink blob. "My mother is a dark witch...and she makes good cookies and bread. By the way, I can hear you. And yes, it's a real mess out there.." He turned to Ishmeal, agreeing to the idea of keeping on.
Alas my fellows, I was finally able to get a word in! How are you my dumplings? I see we have some new folks this time around.
It was impossible for Valken to ignore the commotions going on a few miles away Hell, if he were across the country he'd still hear the sounds of terrible voices and the battle. But as he flew with the jet stream of circulating air with in the atmosphere he was strangely indifferent about all of this. To put it simply, he hardly cared. He had nothing much to loose as his family was guaranteed safety in the scuffles of powers between the masses of demons or humans. His surrogate father, Saint Micheal was an' angel himself and he had been called upstairs to over see the power struggles and his Mother is on clean up duty, recirculating souls into the world to be born anew. He imagined they were both working around the clock now. Other than them, Valken had no children, no women to speak of, no house, or hardly any possessions except for the clothes on his body.
Perhaps the only thing he could have that was worth anything if not by much, was a couple of friends and acquaintances who managed to look passed his horns and his awkwardness. If he were to find them dead, he would bury them and possibly curse their fragility. Valken didn't have much of a need for money either as he ate off of the walking, shrieking , crying, talking, long pigs that scattered like cock roaches or puffed out their chests like roosters at the sight of danger. Humans.
And as long as there were humans, there was food for him to eat but don't get your knickers in a knot just yet. There is a general rule for the demonic human eating culture not to eat human children or minors as they would need to be given a chance to reproduce more humans and grow richer and fatter. Like throwing a fish that was too small back into the pond, that sort of thing. But of course that doesn't speak for all Demons.
Up again Valken was beginning to feel the full effects of the battle raging on up ahead and even if he was 50 miles away, it was getting too loud. So he dove towards the ground into a tree, promptly climbing down to the earth's surface. As he stood, he stopped. And he heard talking sounds coming as echoes from some place. They seemed familiar, so he tucked his wings beside himself and ran for the source that ultimately lead him into a sewer line.
It was most intoxicating with the pungent smell of human and animal fecal matter or rotting trash. It was wet, some areas slippery and eye watering. Valken could feel his nose hairs burning as he took breaths through his nose and if he breathed through his mouth, he could taste whatever foul concoctions this soup of glorious shit was brewing for probably hundreds of years. Now this was a true situation of the lesser of two evils, both instances Valken was inhaling this junk.
Like a cat with wet paws he awkwardly tiptoed through the sewer, occasionally flailing his foot to fling off some poop or gunk he stepped in as he had no shoes (or couldn't wear shoes). Eventually he happened on the troop. A LARGE troop at that and Valken simply emerged from the shadows ahead of them, disgusted and uncomfortable.
Using some echolocation he found familiar images, but many UNfamiliar images as well and he opened his mouth agape to show all his teeth inside threateningly.
"Who in christ are YOU people?" He said gutturally, with what light that shined in the sewer it bounced off of Valken's eyes.
Perhaps the only thing he could have that was worth anything if not by much, was a couple of friends and acquaintances who managed to look passed his horns and his awkwardness. If he were to find them dead, he would bury them and possibly curse their fragility. Valken didn't have much of a need for money either as he ate off of the walking, shrieking , crying, talking, long pigs that scattered like cock roaches or puffed out their chests like roosters at the sight of danger. Humans.
And as long as there were humans, there was food for him to eat but don't get your knickers in a knot just yet. There is a general rule for the demonic human eating culture not to eat human children or minors as they would need to be given a chance to reproduce more humans and grow richer and fatter. Like throwing a fish that was too small back into the pond, that sort of thing. But of course that doesn't speak for all Demons.
Up again Valken was beginning to feel the full effects of the battle raging on up ahead and even if he was 50 miles away, it was getting too loud. So he dove towards the ground into a tree, promptly climbing down to the earth's surface. As he stood, he stopped. And he heard talking sounds coming as echoes from some place. They seemed familiar, so he tucked his wings beside himself and ran for the source that ultimately lead him into a sewer line.
It was most intoxicating with the pungent smell of human and animal fecal matter or rotting trash. It was wet, some areas slippery and eye watering. Valken could feel his nose hairs burning as he took breaths through his nose and if he breathed through his mouth, he could taste whatever foul concoctions this soup of glorious shit was brewing for probably hundreds of years. Now this was a true situation of the lesser of two evils, both instances Valken was inhaling this junk.
Like a cat with wet paws he awkwardly tiptoed through the sewer, occasionally flailing his foot to fling off some poop or gunk he stepped in as he had no shoes (or couldn't wear shoes). Eventually he happened on the troop. A LARGE troop at that and Valken simply emerged from the shadows ahead of them, disgusted and uncomfortable.
Using some echolocation he found familiar images, but many UNfamiliar images as well and he opened his mouth agape to show all his teeth inside threateningly.
"Who in christ are YOU people?" He said gutturally, with what light that shined in the sewer it bounced off of Valken's eyes.
LadyNova said
I like that picture by the way. Its a much better one of Valken then the last one I saw. He looks more handsome in this one. Anyhow time for a post.
LadyNova said
Captain my captain... lol Nice to see posts from you again.
Ohh my! So much l love! It's funny you say that valken looks much more handsome this time around because in his age , he has sprouted little horns and he'll become more grotesque and aggressive.
I also forgot to mention in my cs that valken doesn't have any hands, just large bat wings.
And that valken has no weapons to speak of (as he cannot use any) he uses his sharp talons.
MacabreFox said
Captain and Nightwing, since both of you are starting outside the inn, have you thought about collabing your introduction? The only road that goes through Ugparth heads to Kvechuk and ends at Grovett Pass?
Actually I think that's a great idea.
I'll post De outside the inn coming in to stop by
Name:Valken Diedricht
Age: 230 (23 equivalence of human years)
Race: Fiend (a species of demon)
Alignment: good (but he's still kind of an' asshole)
Class: Auramancer, interplanal disciplinaries, fighter *let me know if this is a problem*
Description:
Bio: Valken was born a Demon but unlike most, he was actually born into a good home. His mother and father raised him as if he were a human child and loved him no less. However as Valken grew he came to know that the man he called his father wasn't actually his biological father. In fact, he was the exact opposite. He was Saint Micheal, an' archangle who specifically judges demons for their crimes and kills them.
As for his mother, she was the Gate keeper of Hell who controlled the traffic between hell and earth. How in gods name they fell in love is a story that as eluded Valken for years.
But the time came where Valken's parents deemed him old enough to know who is real father is, who was an ancient Demon named Ravance or as the humans call him " the great animal " It was then that Valken learned that he wasn't conceived with love as he assumed but on the contrary, Ravance had kidnapped his mother while he was passing through from hell to earth and raped her while she was unconscious. Of course upon hearing this, Valken was immediately enraged and it even agitated Micheal still.
It was difficult for Valken's parents to make the decision to tell him the truth though, as they saw that he was bugged by the fact that he barely looked like st. micheal and that both his parents had no demonic traits like he did. Plus that they felt guilty having to lie about certain things and keep them up for nearly 200 years. Yet at the same time they knew if they did tell him then they feared that Valken would affiliate himself as an abomination or worse regret his very existence. But they figured that it was something that he would have to go through and deal with on his own. It would be hard, but ultimately they believed it would also force Valken to mature emotionally and mentally.
Spells: Portals (valken can only create two portals. One ingoing and one outgoing. There are certain rules to portal summoning in which case, Valken has to actually have seen where the outgoing portal is to be placed, for an' example. If Valken were to be put into a prison with no windows, he cannot portal himself outside but he could portal himself just on the other side of the bar door, as he can see where he'll be going. The portals themselves are actually very dangerous if something were to disrupt them they would explode and Valken could be stuck in the underplane which, he would never ever be able to get out unless either the outgoing portal or the ingoing portal is still open. If they are both closed or destroyed Valken will be trapped forever.)
Skills: Aura pushing and Aura piercing. (Its a way to deal with sorcerers and magic users but with their 'auras' which every one has, just some folk are powerful enough to hone it as magic spells etc. etc. Aura pushing/ Piercing does not kill or hurt but it does have the ability to knock people back or lower defenses long enough for physical combat. It can also be used to gauge how strong an' opponent is )
Echolocation: although this kind of isn't a skill more like a trait, it allows valken to sense his surroundings in perfect darkness and perfect lightness. His ears are ultra sensitive and because of his unusual throat which produces the echolocation, he can also mimic any voice or sound he wants. (kinda like a parrot lol) Although because of his sensitive ears he is also susceptible to ear infections and ear bleeding as loud enough sounds could pop his ear drums.
Sense of smell: Valken can be an excellent tracker and his sense of smell is possibly better than a dogs. He can be extremely sensitive to odors like decaying flesh, urine, pheromones and sweat/perspiration which could give him clues of whether or not he is being lied to or something 'doesn't smell right'.
Other:
Valken's personality is fairly odd.
Valken has no actual lips except for the little folds at the bottom.
He sorta has a weird thing for hair.
Valken eats humans for sustenance as he is of the Demon race. He can eat human food, but it is unhealthy and hardly provides any nutritional value. Merely drinking blood is not enough, he is not a vampire. He must consume bones and all to be healthy and full at least every other day. However, because of his ancient blood, as a Fiend if he were to mate with a human, it would create a Dracula and if that Dracula were to procreate with another human then that offspring will be vampire.
"Draculas and Vampires are merely byproducts of human bastardization."
Age: 230 (23 equivalence of human years)
Race: Fiend (a species of demon)
Alignment: good (but he's still kind of an' asshole)
Class: Auramancer, interplanal disciplinaries, fighter *let me know if this is a problem*
Description:
Bio: Valken was born a Demon but unlike most, he was actually born into a good home. His mother and father raised him as if he were a human child and loved him no less. However as Valken grew he came to know that the man he called his father wasn't actually his biological father. In fact, he was the exact opposite. He was Saint Micheal, an' archangle who specifically judges demons for their crimes and kills them.
As for his mother, she was the Gate keeper of Hell who controlled the traffic between hell and earth. How in gods name they fell in love is a story that as eluded Valken for years.
But the time came where Valken's parents deemed him old enough to know who is real father is, who was an ancient Demon named Ravance or as the humans call him " the great animal " It was then that Valken learned that he wasn't conceived with love as he assumed but on the contrary, Ravance had kidnapped his mother while he was passing through from hell to earth and raped her while she was unconscious. Of course upon hearing this, Valken was immediately enraged and it even agitated Micheal still.
It was difficult for Valken's parents to make the decision to tell him the truth though, as they saw that he was bugged by the fact that he barely looked like st. micheal and that both his parents had no demonic traits like he did. Plus that they felt guilty having to lie about certain things and keep them up for nearly 200 years. Yet at the same time they knew if they did tell him then they feared that Valken would affiliate himself as an abomination or worse regret his very existence. But they figured that it was something that he would have to go through and deal with on his own. It would be hard, but ultimately they believed it would also force Valken to mature emotionally and mentally.
Spells: Portals (valken can only create two portals. One ingoing and one outgoing. There are certain rules to portal summoning in which case, Valken has to actually have seen where the outgoing portal is to be placed, for an' example. If Valken were to be put into a prison with no windows, he cannot portal himself outside but he could portal himself just on the other side of the bar door, as he can see where he'll be going. The portals themselves are actually very dangerous if something were to disrupt them they would explode and Valken could be stuck in the underplane which, he would never ever be able to get out unless either the outgoing portal or the ingoing portal is still open. If they are both closed or destroyed Valken will be trapped forever.)
Skills: Aura pushing and Aura piercing. (Its a way to deal with sorcerers and magic users but with their 'auras' which every one has, just some folk are powerful enough to hone it as magic spells etc. etc. Aura pushing/ Piercing does not kill or hurt but it does have the ability to knock people back or lower defenses long enough for physical combat. It can also be used to gauge how strong an' opponent is )
Echolocation: although this kind of isn't a skill more like a trait, it allows valken to sense his surroundings in perfect darkness and perfect lightness. His ears are ultra sensitive and because of his unusual throat which produces the echolocation, he can also mimic any voice or sound he wants. (kinda like a parrot lol) Although because of his sensitive ears he is also susceptible to ear infections and ear bleeding as loud enough sounds could pop his ear drums.
Sense of smell: Valken can be an excellent tracker and his sense of smell is possibly better than a dogs. He can be extremely sensitive to odors like decaying flesh, urine, pheromones and sweat/perspiration which could give him clues of whether or not he is being lied to or something 'doesn't smell right'.
Other:
Valken's personality is fairly odd.
Valken has no actual lips except for the little folds at the bottom.
He sorta has a weird thing for hair.
Valken eats humans for sustenance as he is of the Demon race. He can eat human food, but it is unhealthy and hardly provides any nutritional value. Merely drinking blood is not enough, he is not a vampire. He must consume bones and all to be healthy and full at least every other day. However, because of his ancient blood, as a Fiend if he were to mate with a human, it would create a Dracula and if that Dracula were to procreate with another human then that offspring will be vampire.
"Draculas and Vampires are merely byproducts of human bastardization."
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