Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-24852191-20180121233458/@comment-5647250-20180212004317

Moniker: My kind? (he makes a strange expression on his face) I have a feeling you're not truly equipped for my kind.

Attitulo: Moniker...

Moniker: Hush. He doesn't know who he's talking to. No one should. (he breaths out deeply, and ice cold air passes over Alucard, frosting him over.) Keep cool, right?