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[what_is_a_man]

The weather report had predicted a partly cloudy and mild day in Everglade. However, somehow the predictions seemed to be wrong as thick storm clouds began covering the city mid-morning. By noon, it would be difficult to tell it was even day, as thick as the clouds that hung over the city were. At about 12:30, it would begin to rain. But this would not be a normal rain. Thick drops hit the ground, filling the air with a vaguely metallic smell, and anyone who had any sort of light source nearby would quickly identify why.

It was raining blood.

Meanwhile, in Everglade's abandoned church, music could be heard. A piano could be heard playing a rather haunting tune as the blood storm raged outside. Within, several small floating candles lit the place as what appeared to be an old man hunched over the restored piano, fingers dancing over the ivory. He wore a cape that spread over the floor behind him disappearing into the shadows and a few shapes could be seen moving through just beyond the reaches of the candle light.

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[what_is_a_man]

"Targoviste had a year as I mustered my army. Genessia has no such luxury. If the party responsible is not at my feet within a month, I will burn this place to ashes."

He paused for a moment, before erupting into a pillar of flame. "Make good use of your time, Remilia. This place's fate is in your hands."

In an instant the flames vanished, as did the creatures lurking in the shadows. The floating candles all extinguished and fell to the floor. All traces of his presence gone with the exception of the still falling blood outside.

[scarlet_devil]

She watches as he vanishes into flame, leaving both herself and the old church in darkness.

"I will... Dracula."

With one last look at the profaned church, she then transforms into a flock of bats and leaves. She may as well make a start.