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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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[finaltoccata]

I know the truth. I do not need Death to show me that.

[Alucard's own calm returns. Alright. Fine. Let's play the "suppose Dracula is right about something for once" game.]

Tell me something, Father. If the matter is as you say, why would this world only attempt now to manipulate you? Surely you have been here long enough to have learned its tricks.

[Of course another question is why it's only Lisa that's a homunculus and no one else, but that question is probably moot given that Dracula doesn't care about anyone else.]

[what_is_a_man]

It is because I have been here as long that I have that I can spot this ploy. I am not accusing the place itself of this affront, but rather one of its residents. One that is stupid enough to attempt this sort of manipulation without realizing the full scope of my power.

Humans are ignorant and overconfident beasts. I had hoped you would have realized this by now, Adrian.