Down Into Dreams (3)
There was something odd, mystical and ethereal that pierced through the blood world. Before Drusilla could even see what or which it was, she found her new holder suddenly vanished away and left her by herself.
An annoyed expression filled her face but instead of being alarmed or whatever, she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head.
"It couldn't remain in my Domain so it had to snatch him away. Pathetic. It means that it's not as strong as it could be–shouldn't be a problem for him to deal with… and if he doesn't manage to break free then this should be his problem and not mine."
That was what the Sanguise House Ancestor told herself, but she couldn't help but look at the resealing of her blood world with a bit of worry.
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All that Lukas could hear was a sudden fit of girlish giggles and when he opened his eyes–he was someplace new. He was located in a beautiful crystal-like castle where everything seemed to act like a mirror.