The Underworld was dark, so dark. My eyes could not penetrate the shadows around me. I could hear the shuffling of fallen angels in that place, fearful of approaching one such as me. I was not quite so dangerous in this place as I had been on Earth, my powers stripped from me. But still they hesitated to approach.

Minutes, days, years? An unknown time passed. Then, I heard my master's call. Not only with my ears, but with my heart. He was there. He was near.

I found him, and guided Aleera and Verona to him. We were together. And he promised we would never part again.

We were to return to life. Return to what we once were.

And we were happy.

But the pain of leaving that wretched place was unbearable. Fire pulsed through our bodies, ripping us apart. We clung to one another and Draculia bore some of the pain for his Brides. He endured it for us.

When we opened our eyes, we were surrounded by the trees of our homeland. Transylvania. It was then that I finally stopped shaking.

Now the lust for blood and vengeance was all there was to fill.

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