My head aches, so I will be brief. I know not what form of vitae Abarath fed me last night, but its effects on the mind were far stronger than any alcohol I've ever encountered. I feel I should clarify my last entry. We have arrived in Vienna, and we did encounter Sebastian. He was garbed in the armor of a Sarafam Knight, and told us that they are not the single-minded vampire slayers the purport to be. Rather, they intend to take their "rightful" place as rulers over humanity, as well as the rest of the beings on this Earth. He claimed they only waged war upon us because we are their only threat. Our rightful place is to rule over the humans, he claimed, and if we join the Sarafam, we can take control of this world. I cursed him for a fool, and he ran off, saying that the Sarafam would reduce us all to ash once he told them we were here.
Abarath pointed out that we would not survive an onslaught of these knights, and we decided to chase Sebastian and stop him from reporting to his new superiors. In the end, it was Abarath who defeated him by releasing the pressure on an underground furnace, scorching him and flinging him through the air. He still had some fight in him, but Abarath hit him hard, and he stayed down.
I wanted to drink his life, and would have, had Abarath allowed me. Perhaps Neuntöter is not buried as deeply as I had believed. Abarath felt that Katherine should diablerize the fool instead, which she failed to do properly, leaving only the withered husk of Sebastian's wasted corpse. Abarath gave me a vial of blood to compensate, and in my anger I almost dashed it to pieces on the ground. I suppose, had I done that, I would not have felt the strong artificial bliss I felt before I slept, nor would I have felt the incredible energy churning within me. I must learn more of this special blood Abarath carries around; it would seem to have its uses…
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