"What nonsense are you spewing, Dracula? How can you receive both a blessing and a curse?" Veylar demanded, his voice sharp, yet tinged with disbelief. His obsidian-black eyes narrowed, searching for sense in the words that cut against everything he understood.
Dracula stood there, calm as still night, crimson eyes glimmering faintly. "It was the universe's foolishness," he replied, his tone smooth, deliberate, carrying weight without effort. "Naturally, the Lord of the Eternal Night would never relinquish the blessing offered to him. As punishment, the universe will extended beyond its norm… and gave me a curse. An irony, is it not?"
His words carried both mockery and bitterness, though his face betrayed none.
"I was granted the Blessing of Blood… and chained with the Curse of Blood."
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