Dienstag der 7. April, 1220

What a lovely evening tonight has been!  We are in Vienna, and whom should we run into but Sebastian.  That pompous twit of a vampire added extra misery to my life, or lack thereof, for all the years I was in Sanctuary.  Nora's as well.  I remember one time in the library; he and I almost began throwing orbs of fire at one another.  Fire is always entertaining when used against another vampire; the look on their face just before they fall to unholy ash is truly a thing to behold.  Like when Abarath tricked him in the underground.  Those furnaces the vampires of Vienna built do an excellent job of roasting a vampire when the pressure is released.  He flew into the air like a big firefly, or like a bird that's caught fire.  Silly Sebastian, playing with fire.  He never was all that intelligent.  Never as smart as me.  No, he was stupid and played with fire and Sarafam.  Wow, the blood in that vial was really something.  Far more potent than that stuff d'Lars gave me.  I wonder where she got it?  Maybe it came out of a rat.  Abarath takes things out of rat-people; maybe she did too.

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