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located in Castillo de la Muerte, a part of Castillo de la Muerte, one of the many universes on RPG.

Castillo de la Muerte

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Character Portrait: Alice Delopar Character Portrait: Demetri Santiago Character Portrait: Mirabelle Santiago
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ImageDemetri nearly chuckled to himself, he knew the poor girl had to be wondering if he was an alcoholic.. Truthfully, yes. He preferred to avoid indulging in his blood lust, the alcohol helped prolong the feeding ritual, so he'd become quite attached to the substance. He reach over without looking, scooping the wine glass into his empty palm before sitting up. He took a long gulp before closing his eyes, an extended sigh airing throughout his quarters. His throat instantly stopped burning, itching for a bite of Alice. He shook his head, before smiling at the girl, "I assure you that I'm going to survive my laziness." He grinned as his active imagination tried to picture a vampire dying from his own laziness, the thought definitely intrigued him. At least she gave him new topics to ponder on when he was bored. "Are you saying that you care about me and my well being, deary?" He teased, staring her down, examining her expressions. He waited several minutes before finally taking another drink of his glass, sticking his tongue out at her childishly, "Just kidding~ He ended his taunting with his flirtatious wink.

"Ciao, little dove~" He rang, quite certain he'd ruffled at least a few of her feathers. Now it was time to begin his daily ritual. He threw himself from the bed, glass still in hand. He landed swiftly on his feet without spilling even a drop of wine on his expensive rug or sheets. In one brisk tip of his wrist, the rest of his wine vanished past his lips. He sat the empty glass on his nightstand, strolling over to his armoire, sweeping through clothes tediously until he'd found his favorite white button up, black trousers, and a silky black vest. Nonchalantly, Demetri flung his clothes to the floor. The rug no longer tidy and neat. He had to give Alice jobs to do, so he picked the easiest ones. Picking up his clothes would keep her busy..plus watching her pick up his boxer shorts would be remarkably entertaining, for him. I wonder if she'll blush.. He mused to himself in a sly manner.

Demetri pulled his button shirt and pants on, buttoning them both hastily. He'd surely get a scolding from Castiel if he was caught waking up last. Once his clothes were on, he returned to his bedside, pouring a glass to go before shutting his bedroom door and locking it. No little doves allowed I'm afraid~

Then his eyes fell on Mira's room. His signature grin faded. He used to go there every day, but he hadn't visited the room since the maids arrived. He stepped over to the door, sensing a presence inside. His eyes widened, fangs protruding as a snarl passed through his vocals. He opened the door sharply, entering the room with haste. His green eyes scanning it's interior for the intruder. The brothers had purposely kept their baby sister's room exactly as she'd left it for a reason! Anyone defiling their own personal "memorial" for Mirabelle would pay dearly. Castiel wouldn't have time to handle the situation.. nor would he be able to identify the corpse by the time Demetri was through. His eyes finally landed on a girl. She was about to wish she'd never been born. His green hues grew bloodthirsty, flaming in hatred. He'd managed to go from chipper to enraged in literally 3.5 I'll rip your esophogus clean out of your throat, drain every last drop from you.. and let my dog use it for a chew toy! No one goes in Mira's room. He lunged forward at first, until he got a good look at her eyes. Stopping nearly a foot in front of her, his grassy orbs widened in shock. He stood there for a moment, mouth agape, fangs visible, "Mira..?" He asked in a guarded tone. If he had a heartbeat, it'd be fluttering a thousand miles an hour. The red haired vampire was trying to contain his optimism. He knew he was thinking foolishly, Mira went messing centuries ago.. the likelihood of her living a few days after her human kidnapping were slim enough.. but this long? She'd have to be a vampire or a ghost.. Or an impostor.

"If you're Mira.. what was your favorite game to play with me and Bishop as children..?" He asked, taking several steps back. Not out of fear, but a literal sense of giving himself space to think clearly. Common sense told him to scream for Castiel, but his brotherly love clung at his vocal chords, silencing him.