The words of a vampire were a thing never to be trusted no matter how sweet they may seem on the outside. Iseulith may have seemed different from the rest but his gentle qualities were quite the well crafted facade. It had taken his many years to get the inflections just right. To create a delicate balance between his true feelings and the mask he wore to keep them well veiled. The vampire nodded softly and while he was not completely without compassion, he was exceptionally selfish and allowed himself to be guided through eternity by his urges alone. He listened to the man’s complaints and reservations agreeably, the mild annoyance he felt at the repeated requests for escape from his masterfully created abode not showing in the slightest in his stunning predatory features. A flash of fangs glimmered in the dim light as a smile crept over those smooth features once again. The elemental was attempting to hide something from him, releasing small details of information but withholding the entirety of his confessions for some reason. Perhaps he did not know that a vampire’s mind was like an endless sponge, soaking up everything experienced by their heightened senses in sharp and unfaltering detail. The depth of his inner archives were vast and deep and he remembered all things, large and small.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Iseulith noted the effect the wind elemental’s power had when he was submerged in water. How his physical form was affected by the charge grounding itself within his body once released and immediately filed the apparent weakness away to utilize in the future if the need were to ever arise. He was certain that this creature could shift at least to some degree and that the lightning likely only affected him when he was trapped within his own body. All elementals, he heard, could transition easily between a physical form and that of their true nature easily. Why hadn’t Cersie? Was the blood loss affecting his abilities?<br/><br/><br/><br/>Or perhaps it was the pocket dimension he found himself trapped in, dampening his powers as he found himself cut off truly from the outside world. The vampire couldn’t allow the man to die here from a lack of exposure, he was too precious a commodity to simple suck dry and discard. He watched as his precious new acquisition stood from the now near boiling water and dried himself, slipping into the soft silken clothing the vampire had brought for him to wear, much nicer than the tattered and mud spattered pants he had arrived in. “I am glad that you enjoy them. I have an entire chamber devoted to the clothing I have acquired throughout my extra time in this world, you have have access to all if you so wish. Though I would imagine that you do not spend a great deal of time even wearing such things as clothing and other finery.” He hinted at his knowledge of more than the man had relayed willingly. It was no secret at this point that the ancient was a perceptive creature.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The vampire basked in the subtle fear that emanated from the man at the sight of him with his familiars. It was a thing he had done in the past to intimidate, but in this moment he was truly just introducing his children to the man as a show of good faith. He knew that Utaa would never have revealed himself without due cause, but Cixathe was one prone to cause trouble and he knew that eventually the secret would have escaped. It was better to show them to Cersie now than to have the more rebellious of his lot expose himself through a moment of vindictive mischief. “They are one of my greatest prides as a vampire.” He spoke lovingly of the snakes and in doing so he complimented himself. They were extensions of himself after all. They contained the last vestiges of his humanity, fastened firmly into the physical world as not to let those aspects escape him through the cruel and unbending march of time as it moved forward leaving all things to wither and fade into dust behind it. “I was something of a priest in my former life, a magus. My country worshipped snakes, though I cannot remember all of the details as to why. I suppose it was something that just happened to stick once I was transformed by my maker. I suppose that you could say I am unique in that regard. Different from the rest and largely treated with animosity because of it.” A confession of his own. It was true that his brethren wanted very little to do with him due to his abilities. Mostly he felt they saw him as a threat. He was able to do things that normal men transformed into vampires could not. The solitude had never bothered him much, but as the ages past and with him unwilling to make any true progeny left him with an edge of loneliness that even he could not abide. He sought instead to remove his weaknesses and brought forth his familiars as vessels for the emotions he no longer wished to contain, but was unwilling still to give up completely.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“You look lovely my darling Cersie. You should really allow me to dress you more often.” He didn’t think of the man as a blood doll like his counterparts but he truly was mesmerized by the other in his own way, thinking the man to be quite beautiful likely no matter what was on his form. He delighted more in the idea of removing them however, preferring the sight of his nakedness above all else. “The offer of my blood is the promise I made to you, though it is not much of a surprise as I have told you before now. It just sounds more intriguing that way.” He lazily stroked Cixathe as the great snake coiled around his leg pulling him into a standing position on the floor once more. The cobras lowered to the ground around him and looked on expectantly. Utaa released a soft hiss in reminder to the promise their master had made to them and he looked back with a nod, speaking only to them this time. “wux geou maulk. yth letoclo nomeno ir’irral. hak wux gethrisj.”<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>Iseulith turned to his companion and offered a hand. The man looked into his eyes and they remained as a glowing crimson but did not swirl with the powers of hypnosis. It was too early to charm the lad just yet, he needed his trust more in that moment than he needed him to abide his whims. “You shall receive my promise to you as a parting gift, before you are released from this realm.” Whether the man took his hand or not made no difference as he turned regardless and walked from the room, the giant snakes slithering across the floor ahead of them into the hall and down the long hallway to another set of narrow winding stairs this time in a spiral that pushed them up into the highest reaches of the house. It seemed as though this inner dimension was set up more like s castle than a house although the inner decoration masked it plainly enough. He entered through yet another door that opened up into a quaint study full of ancient tomes and neatly rolled manuscripts, a few unfinished paintings existed in one of the far off corners. He held a hand out to Cersie to stop him, “Wait there if you would my sweet.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>The vampire closed his gleaming eyes in concentration and a subtle current picked up in the room. Normally his magic did not come to him with such an effect, but mixed with the powerful blood of the elemental it seemed to gather a life of its own, separate from himself. He stretched the invisible cloak of magic out into the corners of the room vibrating its contents softly as he focused on a particular part of the ceiling directly in the center. The shadows around them danced and the walls groaned as a small skylight manifested itself, stretching outward into existence allowing a shaft of moonlight to pour into the space. It remained firmly locked in place by his will but it was in fact a portal between the spaces much like the entrance door had been when they entered. The vampire turned to face Cersie and held his hand out once again, “Do you trust me?” His face was a mask of innocence and curiosity, made to look completely unassuming and without a hint of treachery. The familiars had slithered off into the shadows where they remained in waiting of their own release into the world where they might pick off a city-dweller or two for their own growing appetites. “Take my blood with you, that you might remember where to find me once you are free. It is the only way you will where I am as this place will no longer exist to you upon your departure.” He bit firmly into his lip with his own fang and a deep violet droplet of his ancient blood bloomed there before slipping down his chin. It glistened with the mixture of their magic, mingling and bonding together like a beautiful elixir of strength with endless possibilities. “One last kiss and the hope of a fateful reunion.”