tinhuviel | Before the Altar (Reply)

He sat in silence for the rest of the night and the following day. The candle died long before Cadmus moved, plunging him into the inky blackness in which he found comfort. The peace he had nested in at The Poison Rose was magnified a hundredfold. Some would call this a holy experience, but Cadmus carried no such misguided notions. There was no god. The closest to a deity anyone could come was encountering a Vampire, him in particular. It was then that they realised that their god was a murderous and bloodthirsty creature, always seeking out a sacrifice to sate his desires.