Theresa
After speaking to Morticia, Kallista found herself wondering where their host was. At this time, there were many guests. Surely, Eliza would present herself to the crowd soon. She looked about the room once more, the telepathic link of Vaenyx' voice soon coming into her head. 
*"It's too cold,"* He said, his tone one of boredom.
*"I'm well aware. You can wait a few hours,"* She said, sternly, mentally rolling her eyes. Kallista could have sworn she heard him snort from here. 
*"I'm going to land. Let it be known when you need me."*
*"Stay out of sight,"* She replied, soon ignoring him if he were to reply as her gaze landed on someone else approaching. 

Kallista turned her attention to the little man who walked up, tilting her head downward. She recognized him as the one who had greeted the guests at the door, and he also seemed to be one of Eliza's children based on the question asked. 

"We are," She said with a curt nod. "I'm Kallista. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." The disguised Dragon dipped into a slight curtsy to be formal, her hand still gently placed on Igni's arm. She stared at Alistair, her eyes stern... And rather strange. There was something about them that was peculiar... Involving the use of magic even if it was not in effect. 

"Are you enjoying the evening, so far, Alistair?"
Jennifer
Music began to play through the room, a slow eerie waltz that was as unsettling as it was beautiful. All the guests turned towards the balcony, a few noblewoman gossiping to each other about what she will wear this year. Beautiful pale women began flooding the room, setting up tables with delicious food and offering drinks- Eliza's very own wine, the one responsible for her wealth.
Howard
One girl came up to Kallista and Igni, her aura was cold as if she wanted nothing more than to leave the room. She wore an all black shirt dress made of lace and ruffles with plenty of silver chains and pendants draped across her neck and fabrics. She girl stared at the couple and then shot her gaze to Alistair. 

"Beverage?"

The woman spoke in a monotone tone, not necessarily rude just quite interested. 

Though once Luciel began to speak she quickly adverted her gaze towards the balcony, her face lighting up with excitement
Danny
Another woman approached Leu and Thyri, her aura was graceful and kind- accompanied by a soft smile. The woman wore a black lace veil that shrouded her face, her dress resembled that of a priestess of the divine despite its somber colored fabrics. The woman's hands were postured in front of her waist, a habit that she seemed to share with her mother. 

The girl parted her lips to speak but was interrupted by the sound of her brother, turning her gaze to face the balcony after bowing her head to Leu and Thyri graciously.
Joanna
Luciel then revealed himself on the balcony of the room, clearing his throat before probing his neck with his wand. 

 Everyone"

His throat seemed to glow, the light emitted from the tip of the wand seemingly projecting his voice to an inhuman degree. 

 Welcome your host, Lady Eliza"
Jennifer
A tall beautiful pale woman then turned the corner, her elaborate attire on display for all the guests to see. She wore a sleeveless black and red dress with chains and beads that jingled with each step, her hair tied up into an elaborate updo that seemed to resemble a flower. In her hand was a crystal wine glass with silver bands across the handle and base. She was nothing short of a pale picture of elegance and grace.
Fred
"Oh, so pleased to have you all join me tonight in my beautiful home-"

As she spoke she made her way towards the stairs leading down to the guests.

"I hope everyone has gotten well acquainted?"

Her voice was somehow crystal clear, as if she were speaking directly into each of the guests ears despite the loud music.

"Feel free to continue your *Mingling*. The dancing will begin soon!"

Once she was at the base of the stairs she scanned the room and quickly spotted Thyri and Leu- she was surprised to see the two interact but smiled at the sight. She was worried the pair wouldn't attend, but was glad to see them enjoying themselves. Though her interest was enthralled at the sight of Morticia speaking to the horned woman- by the looks of it they were well acquainted. Though she smirked at the sight of Tarin, pointing her finger towards him with a modest smile on her face before approaching him.

"Oh if it isn't Tarin? I see you're enjoying yourself."

Eliza's eyes scanned him up and down, pleasantly surprised at his choice of outfit. 

"My girls haven't been bothering you have they? Sabrina would just *Eat you up* If she saw you in that outfit." 

Her tone was genuine and playful, as if talking to a good friend of business associate. Though the pairs meeting was less than friendly, she had taken a strange liking to the man- it seemed her tall friend had as well.
John
"Listen, I don't do babysitting, I don't do kids, no I won't buy anything, no you can't touch my guns, no I don't want to tell you about monsters and there's no such thing as the Tooth Fairy, it's not real, it's a legend from an old Fae that would buy teeth and eat them." Igni said as the small man walked over to them, red eyes burning with...*Humor?* His tone was rude and gruff, but there was just a hint of smile on his lips. A trickster Fae born and perhaps never truly shifted from it. 

Then he was approached by Sabrina and he glared at the drink, sighing and shaking his head. 

"Nah." 

Kallista looked beautiful and he wanted to kiss on and hold her throughout the night, so he'd spent the last few days sobering up. The sweats were the worst of it, at least until the pain hit. Even now he could feel every cell in his body deteriorating and healing again, as his strange genetic makeup tried to destroy itself. Soon enough it would. 

"I don-" Then Eliza entered and he chuckled darkly. A pureblood vampire, descendant of Abbadon. Part of him wanted to rip her pretty head off her shoulders, but then, they worked with Eliza because she too hated him. She was one of the rare purebloods not under his control and strong to boot- but if she ever slipped over to his side... Well, they'd handle that when it came to it. 

*"So, she's met the Mage Slayer. Interesting..."* He said, using his mindflayer abilities to telepathically speak into Kallistas mind to not be overheard.
Lillie
"***I'm a fully grown adult and I'm Miss Eliza's kid. Find the stick and remove it, I was just saying hi.***" Alistair said with an innocent smile that contrasted with his manner of speaking and the excitement his eyes harbored. It only took a split second for him to look towards Kallista after his reply to Igni, still holding that innocent smile. 

"***Yes fine thank you, it's nice to meet you... Bye!***"

Not waisting a drop of time once Alistair was done looking at Igni and Kallista he gave a quick goodbye before vanishing and reappearing at the top of the stairs besides Luciel. He stood beside his older brother and peered down at the guests with wonder in his eyes, truly a mixture of extremely different people- what fun.
Michael
Continuing to keep to himself Tarin found his drive to "Try and do better" Slowly becoming lesser and lesser as he'd made his way around the room and looked at everything on the walls thrice over already. Sure he could have mingled, sure he could have socialized- but why? He's already gotten dirty looks from a dragon lady and her hybrid husband and he's never even met them before. He doesn't want to talk to whoever the weird looking jester is and the other woman is already having to deal with that- he knows it's probably best to not talk to any of Eliza' kids during this whole ordeal so maybe...

"*I should just leave, this was a stupid idea anyway.*"

Tarin grimaced as he scolded himself for thinking he could hope to change how the world views him, how people feel towards him. But, as he was nearly to the door, Eliza made her introduction. Turning around to see the spectacle the cursed man crossed his arms, his way of feeling a little safer despite the circumstances, and as Eliza pointed at him and began to approach he suddenly felt like daggers were poised at his throat.

"***Uh-***" Lost for words at the moment he was somewhat glad Eliza kept talking so he had time to think of anything to say. "***No, I haven't spoken with anyone since I got here. And that's... Harrowing, but it makes sense. I'm not used to this sort of thing, especially an outfit that's for looks and not comfort or pragmatism.***"

Realizing he was speaking casually to Eliza, the woman he fought only a short while ago, while on a mission to kill her very own daughter the cursed man quickly and sharply bowed his head.

"***Excuse me.***" Turning around the "Mage-slayer" Pulled the door open and walked outside at a brisk pace, standing a few feet away from the estate in the shadows of the trees- breathing, just breathing, eyes fixed on nothing but the void.
Altagracia
*As Tarin opened the door to the manor, peering into the void. A figure began to come to his view, stumping her way onto the front as she'd walk her way up the manor along the beautifully decorated path of silver and gold. A woman dressed in a snow covered priestess grab and a torn veil over her head, her blue hair peeking out in a messy manner. The woman darted past Tarin, politely running past him into the manor. Her staff strapped to her back, as she'd desperately seek out some warmth. Her nose was red and the ends of her ears shared that crimson, the nun forced a smile to the man as she'd try not too look like a begger.*

```"P- p- Pardon m- me, I have a- an invitation, I j- just lost it in the sn- snow. I just to warm up a little ju- just a bit."```

*The devotee said in a shaky voice as she'd rub her hands together, snow could be seen in her brows and hair. Her garbs were that of a simple nun, without the addition of fur or extra layers to help with the cold. Almonde had just survived a carriage crash, was abandoned by her driver and hiked her way up the mountain. The devotee had a long evening, and a mission to gather information on the vampires of this manor on behalf of the church of Calisto. But so far, she'd have a very rough start.*

```"Any- anyways, I think you look very sharp and healthy. Sir. May the Mother of Health bless y- you."```

*Almonde pasted the unknown man, unaware that he was the same man who nearly killed her demigod patient. Walking into the manor, her head began to scan for a fire. Trying her best to stay away from the center of the room, to not cause a scene. She was already not wearing appropriate clothes for a fine event like this, the devotee began to brush off the snow off her. Her blue eyes glancing at the many faces of the ball, none of the faces were familiar so there was little comfort in that.*

```"Such a fine manor... Such a position of power for a creature of hunger... Hmm."```
Theresa
Kallista suppressed a smirk in response to Igni's words to Alistair, as it was amusing. It was quite easy for the little man to be misjudged due to his height. The look on Igni's face told her he thought it was amusing, as well. Kallista quickly noticed the change in the room, with the music and the women that entered the room, responsible for setting up in the background. 

"Glad to hear it. Goodbye," She said promptly to Alistair before he disappeared. Kallista quickly shifted her focus to the girl who approached her and Igni. She narrowed her eyes, taking note of her cold aura rather quickly. At the offer, she slowly shook her head. "No, thank you," She said, as politely as she could. It wasn't the wisest thing to take a drink offered in a place like this, even if she were prepared for it. Perhaps later. 

Upon hearing a loud voice upon the balcony, she quickly turned her attention to Luciel, presuming this would be the grand entrance of their host. It was quite the entrance, and her choice of attire was... Quite stunning. She gazed at Eliza momentarily, interested, before spotting her interact with Tarin. Fascinating. Kallista watched the two interact from a distance. It would seem her husband had the same fascination. 

*"It would seem so. Our host seems to know many,"* She replied in turn, projecting her voice back through his head. Her connection with Vaenyx helped with the telepathic link, as she did not have mindflayer abilities. *"The amount of vampires here is... Concerning."* It was to be expected, as this was a Vampire Ball after all, but there were still more than expected. Kallista was rather paranoid about Vampires other than Igni, as they could smell and identify the blood of others. Her identity was something best not given away. 

Kallista noticed Tarin make his way back to the entrance, and a new guest seemed to appear. A priestess from the look of it. Interesting. Now, she was staring at Almonde, an unsettling gaze but one of interest.
Altagracia
*As the inner warmth of the manor become her sanctuary of safety from the cruel weather outside. She's quickly understand that safety wasn't confirmed here, after all there were vampires about. There was a chance that she'd lose her blood or that a dashing vampire would attempt to bewitch her with their unholy charms. But, she was surprised to see none vampires guests like herself. Scanning the crowd, her eyes locked with that of Kallista. Unsure if it was hostile or welcoming, but from her looks, she wasn't a vampire at least. So many characters stood up in their grand dresses and garb, vanity was definitely a virtue in this event. She had to admit that the slaves of hunger and darkness certainly had great taste in music. A gently wave and a nervous smile was given to Kallista's General direction.*

*She'd tidy herself up and attempted to recover what vanity that she could. Making her way closer to center and the fine food.*
Vicki
So, the woman was running practically an orphanage! What an interesting host! Leu looked at the woman in the dark fabrics who had approached they and Thryi with curiosity. This ball had quite some interesting fellows attending it. Oh how fun this would prove to be! Leu's already inhuman grin seemed to expand a little more, as they were now literally grinning ear to ear. Leu looked at the two, an idea had popped into their head. But it would have to wait for now. Instead, they turned their attention to the woman in the dark fabrics, perhaps she was a resident of the manor?

**"And who might you be, my good fellow?"** Leu's very body seemed to sway a little, unnaturally so, as if they were a tree swaying in the wind. Despite this however, and their inexplicably strange appearance, they pretended as if nothing unusual was happening.