[Valvatorez is quiet for a moment, clearly looking deep in thought.]
Well... the fish is likely because of the sheer amount of sardines I consume now. But I doubt the fish are really what is troubling you.
[He gave a short sigh, and leaned back into his chair. He's had to give this talk time and time again, so... it's nothing all that strange anymore. And while not blase, he's clearly not disarmed or even, frankly, bothered to talk about it. He is simply calm, and matter-of-fact about it.]
Remember when I told you my age, Toki? I have lived for over two millenia. And more than just my age, remember that I am a vampire. By nature, humanity should be my prey. The very thing I am is a predator. And moreover, I am a daemon, and by nature, daemons are often enemies of humanity... as is taught by both human and daemon alike. Whether or not that is true... can vary on a case by case basis.
And the truth is that hundreds of years ago, I was indeed a scourge against humankind. I fed. I killed. And most of all, I spread terror across the land. And I enjoyed it, because I was a daemon, because I was strong, and because I was proud of that. I believed my duty as a daemon was becoming a true symbol of terror. I viewed my role in spreading fear and making humanity dread the night as something to be proud of. That mattered more to me than bloodshed, though I was not shy about using violence in situations that required it.
I once held the daemonic rank of "Tyrant." Among our kind, that title is bestowed only upon the most powerful, most fearsome, and most prestigious of all.
If you really were seeing my past, it is small wonder why it bothered you so. That sort of thing was precisely what I sought to do back then.
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Well... the fish is likely because of the sheer amount of sardines I consume now. But I doubt the fish are really what is troubling you.
[He gave a short sigh, and leaned back into his chair. He's had to give this talk time and time again, so... it's nothing all that strange anymore. And while not blase, he's clearly not disarmed or even, frankly, bothered to talk about it. He is simply calm, and matter-of-fact about it.]
Remember when I told you my age, Toki? I have lived for over two millenia. And more than just my age, remember that I am a vampire. By nature, humanity should be my prey. The very thing I am is a predator. And moreover, I am a daemon, and by nature, daemons are often enemies of humanity... as is taught by both human and daemon alike. Whether or not that is true... can vary on a case by case basis.
And the truth is that hundreds of years ago, I was indeed a scourge against humankind. I fed. I killed. And most of all, I spread terror across the land. And I enjoyed it, because I was a daemon, because I was strong, and because I was proud of that. I believed my duty as a daemon was becoming a true symbol of terror. I viewed my role in spreading fear and making humanity dread the night as something to be proud of. That mattered more to me than bloodshed, though I was not shy about using violence in situations that required it.
I once held the daemonic rank of "Tyrant." Among our kind, that title is bestowed only upon the most powerful, most fearsome, and most prestigious of all.
If you really were seeing my past, it is small wonder why it bothered you so. That sort of thing was precisely what I sought to do back then.