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Voice (from someone who clearly does not understand modern technlogy)

[A feminine, refined voice graces the ears of anyone who might happen to be listening. 'Grace' might not be the right word, however, as judging by what she's saying the woman clearly was trying to reach one particular person. Either she did not care if others heard, or she simply didn't know how to set her communications device to actually send a private message.]

Sakuya. I have changed my mind. A red wine would better suit tonight's meal. Also, bring me something sweet. I have not had anything sweet in days. Do not dally. I will be going out after dinner, so it cannot be delayed.

[Not exactly the most embarrassing mistake, but she sure sounds like a bossy little thing.]

(OOC: Technically open to anyone. If you wanna mock her mistake, just strike up a conversation, or if you dare to flirt with the Scarlet Devil, now is your chance.)

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[It was obvious that the story had meaning behind it. The vampire listens without interrupting, though the response may prove to be unsettling. Rather than seeming to be moved by the story, it seems to prove amusing to her, putting a fanged smile on her face. It fades, however, before she speaks.]

Interesting. Truly, so. I offer my condolences for the actions of my, shall we say, extremely distant kin. It also gives me something to think about, should I ever decide to turn someone. In all my centuries, I have never done so. The servant I was attempting to contact maintains her humanity. Though it pains me this means she will one day wither and die, I placed the choice in her hands, and she made it. I intend to honor it.

[The smile on her face fades.]

I am, myself, somewhat covetous. I am unsatisfied with the meager lot being forced into this world has brought upon me, and I do not tolerate insult or disrespect. However, let me say this. I was not 'turned'. I never lived a life as anything but what I am now. I have no past as a human to let go of. Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Remilia Scarlet, and I have lived as a vampire for over half a millennia. You may be horrified of me if you wish, it means little to me, but I think you will find I am nothing like what you expect. I may be a monster, but I do not act the part.

[That garners her attention once more, and... she really is reminded of her daughters, now.

She turns on the video, and... what Remilia sees is a woman dressed in a fine Renaissance era sort of dress, a deathly pallor about her and a piercing, cold look in her dark eyes.

No fangs, though.]

My apologies for such assumptions.

Then... I should perhaps explain the source of my confusion before we move further.

One cannot be born a vampire in my world, outside of some very unusual circumstances.

[Remilia herself appears to be a rather petite figure. Viewed without context, she wouldn't appear even slightly dangerous. She looks like the type of woman who would have difficulty walking in a stiff breeze, the kind who might snap like a twig under any duress. It was a fact that she had used to her advantage countless times throughout her life. The video feed makes her large leathery wings much more obvious. Even if you ignored the fangs whenever her mouth opened and her ivory skin, she could never pass as a human.]

Worry not, your words were not offensive to me. I merely wished to clarify. I will not lie to you and claim that we vampires are beings with kind hearts. We are otherwordly, unnatural. The mortal view us as abominations. I trust you already know this, of course.

I will understand if you do not wish to answer this question, as you are under no obligation to divulge anything about yourself, but you mentioning you know about the undead did not pass me by.

One need not have cast off mortality to have skin as pale as your own, so I would prefer to not make assumptions, but I must say it sounds as if you were implying first-hand knowledge. If you are of my kind, I commend your ability to disguise it

...I'm not a vampire, actually.

[ She sounds more confused than anything. LICHES AREN'T VAMPIRES.]

I know not what you know of lichdom, so... I'll admit that while I've cast off my mortality, I've done so in rather a different manner.

A terribly misguided gentleman from my youth was desperate to turn me into a scourge of the night, as he was. I refused. Not because I could not accept the mantle of undeath, but because I wanted to seek it on no one's terms but my own.

I admit, I had my doubts. All I had to go off of was your voice and your appearance, and neither gave me the hints I needed. Perhaps were I in your presence I could have divined the truth, but this is one situation where I can say without pretense that this technology is inferior to more arcane methods.

[A confident, almost cocky smile comes to her face.]

As for my level of knowledge, in my home world I possess a library that stretches as far as the eye can see, and have read countless books in my centuries. Liches, or at least the concept of them, are known to me. I have never seen one, or at least had not until now, but assuming the word means the same to the both of us, you need not explain any further. I must admit that I had considered it fanciful nonsense, however. Where I am from, the thought of a human commanding the sorcerous might it requires to step into eternity in such a way is so unlikely as to be nigh impossible. I do not, however, think you are attempting to misguide me. Knowing what I do now, I can understand your distaste for lesser examples of my kind. I imagine YOUR soul is completely safe from the erosion you find so distasteful, after all.

I've tried my best to be judicious about who knows. The ritual is known for being... dangerous, and not something those of stronger conscience than I could stomach.

The gentleman I mentioned earlier was someone I fancied in days when I was younger. I had a lot of dreams and not nearly as much common sense.

He was alive, then. We both were. Alive and... I doubt it would have lasted, but we were happy, in our own unusual devices.

That all changed when he was turned. In his defense, he fought the erosion the best he could, but everything comes to an end someday.

I stuck with him until it was clear the man I loved had faded away.

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He did, unbeknownst to him, leave me a parting gift.

[Move over, we got Ambrosine "Fucked a vampire and got vampire pregnant" McLich here.]

It's why I find your claim that you were never human most intriguing.

All of us were fools in our youth. I was once young as well. In that time I did not know my own power. All I knew was I was different from those around me. People who treated me like the monster they perceived me to be were never seen again. I learned that I was at a level the people around me could not match. I was invincible. I was unstoppable. I was stronger than anyone could ever hope to match.

[A sigh escapes her.]

And than I realized what happened when I pushed too hard. What happened when those who were not content to fearfully huddle in their hovels any longer took action is a lesson I learned well from. While peasants with pitchforks would be more comical than dangerous to me now, it was still enough to teach me the value of blending into human society instead of trying to dominate it. I suppose what I am saying is I, too, lacked common sense in my youth. I may not have been lovestruck, but I still allowed myself to act the part of the fool and nearly ended up dead because of it.

[The last part seems particular interesting to her.]

A gift? And he did not know about it? What...

[Click.]

Wait. Surely you do not mean....is that even possible? I have no experience with...that is....

[She clears her throat.]

A..ahem. But perhaps I merely misunderstand.

It was difficult. I spent months in pain and ravenous hunger, wanting nothing more than my own bed and to see the end of it all, but still chained to my duties.

[That just sounds like normal pregnancy so far, wtf.]

I found myself restless at night, drinking vials of blood I normally reserved for necromantic experiments or summoning rituals just to sate the hellish craving I endured. They had me drink a dragon's blood to give me strength... I know too well the taste of iron, and I don't care to experience it again.

If not for the priestesses who stood by my side all those months, I would have died.

They thought my daughters were stillborn for all of one minute, until scarlet eyes not unlike yours were opened and one priestess nearly died of shock.

So yes, it's not something one is likely to survive without a lot of help. And I doubt it works the other way around.

But it's certainly possible.

Much as I love the dears, I recommend no one ever do what I did.

So, I was not mistaken after all. It seems your life is composed primarily of things I thought nothing more than myth. I have known countless supernatural creatures. I am served by faeries, surrounded in youkai, and yet you present two things I have never encountered in all my years. When you responded, I felt nothing but annoyance as I merely wanted to inform my maid of a change to dinner plans. I did not imagine you would be able to pique my interest so.

Would it surprise you to know I, too, have family I care about? Though we are separated as I am in this world and she is not, I have a younger sister. Dear Flandre is a willful and difficult to control girl, I am afraid. I, however, would and have taken lives if someone was foolish enough to threaten her. A threat against her is a threat against the Scarlet name, and I do not tolerate threats. I do not and likely will never have children, but I understand well what it means to care about family, even when it is difficult. And believe me, she is proficient in being difficult. Still, we are of the same bloodline. I would do much to keep her safe. I imagine you understand that feeling.

No, I hardly find anything surprising anymore.

[She's 100% serious about that.]

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uh descriptions of pregnancy involving undead spawn and also blood?

Worry not, I am far from squeamish

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