Return to the Darkside

Draig had returned to the Dark Deva Hq in his hybrid form, he hadn't thought much about anything since the encounter and odd happenings within the Capital. He hadn't put much of the Emperor's words into his heart simply due to the fact the Old man was still ignorant of who he was.

'I am Feratu. . .' thought Draig as he walked into the building ignoring the Miasma encompassing the area.

He was Draig, a Vampire of the most noble lineage. He was someone who killed as he pleased and enslaved races on a whim, he couldn't be figured out simply by viewing the ordeals he had gone through. There was more to it, if the Emperor had truly wished to have known him then he would have needed to have been able to witness his thoughts behind his actions and the words he spoke.

He was Feratu, the bloodline of the strongest flowed within his veins. However this was only one side of the puzzle that was Draig.