Dominion [Future!AU] || Xerxei +
It had been years since he'd left Eichen. Sixteen, to be exact. Now, at the age of 36, he ran his own company - an empire, really. A conglomeration of research facilities spanned the continent, among with more sprinkled around the globe. Xerxei was proud of his work, but it was tiring, and sometimes he gave into his instincts. While his Cotard's Delusion had finally faded away to near nothingness, surfacing only rarely, his bloodlust had remained, and he allowed himself to submit to his desires every so often.
Now, in his office, he found himself assaulted by a certain craving. He couldn't simply bite his own wrist or arm anymore - such a thing never sufficed. He'd simply have to wait in his office for someone to show up, then make an offer of a trade: money for blood. A wondrous opportunity for whomever happened upon him.
At that moment, he heard a soft buzz from the landline receiver - someone was about to enter. Xerxei stood in an attempt to make himself look presentable, but he was tired . . so tired.