𝕮𝔶𝔫𝔟𝔢𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝕽𝔦𝔢𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰.

What part of 'I care for nothing but my Beloveds' is so difficult for the universe to understand?

One day I’m going to bully her into reading my whole series. But I digress.

I was… elsewhere.

Hardly. But simple humans with simple minds wag their tongues far too often.

He’s claimed credit for my victories!

He’s a fool. A charlatan and waste of Valdemaras’ blood.

Indeed. For claiming credit where credit was not due.

Hardly. He’s never done anything worthwhile of my blood. A waste of the Made-God’s ambition.

Thank the Made-God that’s still a surprise to some. Talk about ruining my reputation.

That wretched worm Vlad Tepes was… my mistake, yes.

No one seems to show the aptitude. Or bloodlust for it.

And then I remember the only time I tried that… we ended up with the talentless hack Tepes.

Sometimes I’m tickled by the delusion that passing on my millennia of knowledge and skills could be… good. Worthy, even.

Fuck. I miss them.

Not if you die first~

Full props. Being immortal is a riot. Anyone who says otherwise had a shit life to begin with.

. . . For mortals maybe.

Why does everyone act as if age is terrible? It is a badge of honor.