"Yeah. Like I said long ago in my intriguing tale that sounded way too much like a fantasy book about heroes and adventures, I was basically his everything. After Mom passed away... I was the only one he'd speak to, the only one who ever saw him that much. He died a hero, a proud, great leader, a man who worked so hard to protect his family and didn't take anything he didn't earn. I guess you could say he's kinda my role model." Alix said. He chuckled grimly. "I could never live up to his legacy..." he said quietly. "He was this great, loveable guy who spared the innocent, saved so many lives, and lived his life like every day could be his last. And what am I? Some arrogant, hated, murderous monster who has left so many dead in his wake. He'd be so disappointed that I didn't live up to everything he worked tirelessly to teach me. He gave me everything, and I've given him nothing. I didn't even grow up to be a hero like him. I didn't save any cities, I believed in no mercy, I'd rather die than become a King... I'm nothing like him, nothing like he tried so hard to make me, nothing like he loved me so much, took pride in me so much because he thought I'd be a hero, a great King..." Alix said, his voice low and saddened. "I bet he's looking down on me right now, wondering how on earth I turned into such a disgrace..."
Tristan reluctantly pulled up his sleeve. "You see this bite? There's more to it than you see." and with those words, he knew that Kadina would be seeing it. The blackness crawling up his skin like black tentacles wrapping around it's prey, the toxic green glow sizzling around the two bloodied bitemarks. "I know you didn't see what I saw, and I know you don't understand what this means." he sighed, closing his eyes and remaining silent for a bit, before speaking once again. "I saw a terrible beast. A Shadow Wolf, a creature of darkness itself. It is in vampire legend that the Shadow Wolf is sort of like a Grim Reaper. When a vampire is close to death - keep in mind that this is a myth - the wolf shows up to warn it. Then, once they've died, the Shadow Wolf returns to take their soul from their body and lead them to wherever God wants them to be - Heaven, or Hell. The bite mark... The Shadow Wolf makes it look like this, makes the blackness crawl up your skin, invisible to anyone who isn't given the blessing from the vampire to see it. He does this so that you do not forget that your time is coming soon. He does this," Tristan gestured to the bite, "To show you that you will be going somewhere. If a blood-red X appears in between the two fang mark, you will go to Hell. However, if a sparkling, glowing white outline of a wing appears instead, you will go to Heaven." he said slowly. "Now, before you start speaking, this doesn't mean I'm dying. The good news is that this is merely a myth, and normal myths rarely come true. The bad news is, that vampire myths are not like normal myths, and they have been known to be true on... Almost slightly often occasions..."