Demitriy looked over as Cyrus moved to sit beside him. He looked over and their gaze locked. It was an intense moment of silence before he held out a shot glass of vodka. "It has been too long, Yvonne." He tilted his head and let his tongue run over his sharpened canines slowly as he looked the man up and down. "I do apologise. It was Yvonne back then. Pray tell, what do I call you now?"<br/><br/>He turned his body to him to reveal his chizzled and heavily scarred upper body that was still left uncovered by the trench coat he wore. His stare bared in to Cyrus' very soul, enough to send shivers down a normal individual's spine. He was a monster, a demo incarnate, but he had been weak for his former lover, his partner in darkness and sin.<br/><br/>When she had passed 300 years ago, he walked the planet alone, murdering anyone and everyone in his path. He laid hands on the remaining virtues but could never find the one that had taken the only being that didnt g<br/>fill him with the intense urge to vomit. As he looked upon his beloved reincarnate, he inwardly vowed not to let patience take him away.