PART TWO : A DRAGON'S PROMISE

Fog swept through the City of London, heading from the east, covering everything and anything in its path. Thick white shapeless clouds roamed just above the floor. A tall man, thin and lithe, stood against one of the many brownstones that littered the crowded streets of London. Draconis the Earl of Demsby. At least that is what he was known as in this time period. He sighed as he watched the fog descend with a heavy heart. He knew what was coming.

“Hello Lord Draconis.” Draconis took a long drag of his cigarette as he heard the vile, scaly voice of his Transylvanian friend. The voice that brought forth death, blood, and carnage wherever he went. The voice that still gave him nightmares every night.

“Vladimir Strove. I haven’t seen you in decades.” Draconis said as he looked up and down Vladimir’s lithe form. It had been a peaceful past couple of decades.

“The fog comes again as it had done so many years ago when the world was new,” Vlad said, a cruel smile gracing his lips.