[Gideon please stay away from Carmilla's castle you're doomed if
that happens. ]
I see. [There's a brief nod, because as long as Gideon is familiar
with the concept, then he doesn't need to delve into every background
detail.] My father was one, and long built a reputation for
brutality, impalement, and all other things that go with it. His
reputation was earned, and rightly so. My mother was human. [He
could go into the details of the relationship, but that's not the point.
This is the easy part anyway: the recitation of facts. No emotions are
involved with facts.] She was murdered, and rather than simply
respond in kind to those directly involved in her death, my father decided
to use all his magical abilities, summon hordes of hell to wreck the whole
country, had all other vampires of rank come to assist in exterminating
humanity, and placed two necromancers in charge of the whole thing.
It's the exact thing my mother hated, and to say we disagreed was--
[An understatement, and a painful one at that. He breathes out,
forcing himself not to dwell on the argument that followed. Now begins the
difficult part.]
I committed patricide. Arguably the correct thing on the whole, especially
because my mother would have been furious about the use of her memory to
commit unspeakable violence, but that doesn't matter. Then-- [Then
Trevor and Sypha's departure. Then the isolation. And then the part where
everything gets so much harder.]
Vampires see humans, by and large, as entertaining livestock. For some,
that means filling their courts and playing with lives. To wish to destroy
that is...I understand the impulse. So when I had two people appear
wishing to do that, I let them in. Showed and gained affection in turn,
not realizing I was inviting what I just told you. [Just
facts, he tells himself again. But no, this is the emotional part. So
he thinks it'll be okay, if his gaze turns to the window. His voice
wavers, trying to be flippant, even as the emotional cracks seep in. The
bread knife is long since abandoned, and Alucard folds his arms over his
chest.]
In bed, with two people who I trusted and were the first to show me any
kind of romantic affection in the year and change since the nonsense
started. They thought me an enemy. Would've managed to kill me if I
didn't have that sword trick I showed you earlier, and at that point, there
was wisdom in some of my father's past actions and reputation. Impaled the
corpses as they were, and then that well.
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[Gideon please stay away from Carmilla's castle you're doomed if that happens. ]
I see. [There's a brief nod, because as long as Gideon is familiar with the concept, then he doesn't need to delve into every background detail.] My father was one, and long built a reputation for brutality, impalement, and all other things that go with it. His reputation was earned, and rightly so. My mother was human. [He could go into the details of the relationship, but that's not the point. This is the easy part anyway: the recitation of facts. No emotions are involved with facts.] She was murdered, and rather than simply respond in kind to those directly involved in her death, my father decided to use all his magical abilities, summon hordes of hell to wreck the whole country, had all other vampires of rank come to assist in exterminating humanity, and placed two necromancers in charge of the whole thing. It's the exact thing my mother hated, and to say we disagreed was--
[An understatement, and a painful one at that. He breathes out, forcing himself not to dwell on the argument that followed. Now begins the difficult part.]
I committed patricide. Arguably the correct thing on the whole, especially because my mother would have been furious about the use of her memory to commit unspeakable violence, but that doesn't matter. Then-- [Then Trevor and Sypha's departure. Then the isolation. And then the part where everything gets so much harder.]
Vampires see humans, by and large, as entertaining livestock. For some, that means filling their courts and playing with lives. To wish to destroy that is...I understand the impulse. So when I had two people appear wishing to do that, I let them in. Showed and gained affection in turn, not realizing I was inviting what I just told you. [Just facts, he tells himself again. But no, this is the emotional part. So he thinks it'll be okay, if his gaze turns to the window. His voice wavers, trying to be flippant, even as the emotional cracks seep in. The bread knife is long since abandoned, and Alucard folds his arms over his chest.]
In bed, with two people who I trusted and were the first to show me any kind of romantic affection in the year and change since the nonsense started. They thought me an enemy. Would've managed to kill me if I didn't have that sword trick I showed you earlier, and at that point, there was wisdom in some of my father's past actions and reputation. Impaled the corpses as they were, and then that well.