[The very first return to the cave is enough to rattle Alucard. Dracula does not seem to share the sentiment, but as the offerings continue, the wards begin to have messages embedded in them, becoming more and more explicit in their disapproval. By the end of all of it, there is only the following weaved into the wards. You cannot buy my son, and you do not have my permission to have him.
That it seems to work does not put either at ease. Alucard is sure that the sudden stop of gifts means that something has happened, but fae can be old. Just like vampires. Even if there’s been an incident, it’s only a matter of time.
He does other things in the winter. Improves the printing press that his father has started, a beautiful and automated thing far more effective than anything else being created. In doing so, there is a single book published. His mother’s work, billed as Advice of a midwife for all manner of ailments. Anonymously published and now well selling, and god willing a life saver for more than a few women.
When the speakers come, Lisa herself is under the weather. Alucard offers to run the errand, and that is only because there have been enough wards placed on him to hide him from the sight of fae.
He enters the speakers camp with medicine, a chain of cold iron in his pocket that ought to keep all prying eyes of such things away.]
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That it seems to work does not put either at ease. Alucard is sure that the sudden stop of gifts means that something has happened, but fae can be old. Just like vampires. Even if there’s been an incident, it’s only a matter of time.
He does other things in the winter. Improves the printing press that his father has started, a beautiful and automated thing far more effective than anything else being created. In doing so, there is a single book published. His mother’s work, billed as Advice of a midwife for all manner of ailments. Anonymously published and now well selling, and god willing a life saver for more than a few women.
When the speakers come, Lisa herself is under the weather. Alucard offers to run the errand, and that is only because there have been enough wards placed on him to hide him from the sight of fae.
He enters the speakers camp with medicine, a chain of cold iron in his pocket that ought to keep all prying eyes of such things away.]