Capes and Dates
@pitchblacks
Hades; A Netherworld that permeated with endless cries and screams of the damned souls that worked endless nights and days to become, well...what the instructor called, ‘Great Prinnies’. It was a single goal that the fresh crops of souls thrived for in this Netherworld, that is...before they would be shipped out into other Netherworlds to fulfill a new goal to be reincarnated and sent back into the Human World.
There was no sun, there was no moon. Only the bright fires that burn brighter below under the prison ward to signal the times; the brighter the fires...the earlier the day.
A creek is heard through the hall, a vampire rises from his slumber and stretches wide within the coffin which he slept. Hm, how strange, though. Usually Fenrich would be at his side, giving him a plump sardine for him...a brilliant way to wake in the vampire’s opinion...but this time, he wasn’t there. Well, perhaps he merely slept in, himself. Or he’s on another odd ‘errand’ without his knowledge again. Of course, he worried...however, he knew he could trust the werewolf to take care of himself. Well, maybe...
Valvatorez scuffled his ebony bangs from his face, removing himself from the coffin and dressing himself into his usual coat and his most prized cape. Now, off to get some breakfast. He was sure that the Prinnies must’ve done well to keep up with their training by readying a fine breakfast for their masters, right? He grinned at the thought...how proud he would be if it were to be true.
But, upon opening his door to leave, he ended up hitting someone in the process completely by accident with the swing of that door. Usually strangers don’t just...wonder about this place, it’s a bloody prison for crying out loud. But he gasped and quickly came to the other man’s side.
“I am terribly sorry! Excuse me, if you will...ehm...here. Allow me to help you up.” He says, nearly in a panic; gently grabbing ahold of the other man’s arm and pulling him back onto his feet, “How careless of me...You are alright?”
