He walked through the ruined but yet loud city that he had burned down in his grief and anger.
It had been many years since he had seen his children, especially his youngest. It was because he was soon killed right after they went into their adulthood.
As a father who had already lost 2 children to the greed of wanting power, of his Tome then losing another to an untimely death. He felt alone, angry. His efforts were lost, he failed as a father.
He hid as the progenitor, as the Father of vampires. Hiding as the holder of the book of destiny.
For many years. He had many unfinished business with the church.
There were times he spent, going to the church and massacring everyone, going to towns, villages, cities just to take his unrelenting anger on the same species of people that took his son away from him.
The other was him going to abandoned amusement parks and riding on the attractions to relive his memories of taking care of his child.
What's a parent without their child? What kind of parent, has to bury their own child.
He questioned himself. The body of his own son left at the base of his castle, just to mock him.
The hunters victory over him..its nothing but a harbinger of death.
Everything that he touch, that is owned by humans will be burnt to nothing. He swears revenge.
He ignored the cries of children, animals alike that were caught in the crossfire of the chaos he caused. He could no longer care for other beings after they caused him such pain.
He could see children who hid from him just shaking, peeking from their burning houses entrance.
He never looked at them or even shown any care. He just walked. He did not care how many of those children grow up and resent him, then try to kill him.
There was no one in the world that could defeat him or even kill him permanently.
The Tome will always bring him back and he will do his deeds to sow the anger that he causes with his own.
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The Tome residing on his waist, constantly glowed.
He knew of how the Tome worked when he dies, it glows blindingly before he returns to his original home with it by his side.
He doesnt know if it would work for his children though and he did not want to test it on them, of course. He loved his children, dearly.
He was bored and decided to take a seat on a still-running fountain, which was still spouting water despite the heat of the village is burning at should have turned the water to air particles.
He looked at the sky, the soot that came and ashes that floated into the surroundings.
He never noticed how a child had walked to him and is now laying their head against his lap.
A child that had called him a father and he had to sit there staring at the child dumbfounded with a blank expression.
Though...There was something familiar with the child that calmed his emotions a lot. He looked a lot like his dead son that died, but a younger version of him.
His hand moved on its own and it went to gently caress the child's cheeks, trying to remember how he would baby his own son even though he started to go into his teenage years.
His years of being a father had ended but he wanted that life back. He wanted his son back.
He will take this child..raise him like he should have done responsibly for his own son, may this child not suffer the same date as his.
He carried the child up into his arms and he walked through the burning city. Their arms flailed in his grasps, as they looked at the flames with delight.
Maybe this strange human child can help him make his life more stable and less... Likely to kill more people, going against his own nature just to cause wrath in the wake of Aes's death.
He secured his grip around the child and held the stance of how he carried them protectively. They won't have any interruptions or violence at his home. He promised to himself, he will give this toddler a life that he should have given to his son.
