Adriel: did you know butterflies drink blood when given the chance? It makes sense, for such frail, bewitching creature to be so cruel... I'll cut my palm open, and catch her like a butterfly. I could crush her in my clutches, yet I'll only caress her beautiful, delicate wings, and admire her, bringing my very life to her as an offering...
Vincent: my Lord, I'm going to take the bottle now











