Death: YOU SHALL NOT PASS, SOMA!
why do you say that? what are you doing?
I AM DEATH! SERVANT TO DRACULA!
death grabs you by the arm and yanks you back YOU DARE CHALLENGE THE WILL OF DRACULA?!
no. i just wanted to pet the kittens.
his grip loosens slightly...the kittens?
yes. the ones over there.
he looks towards where you're pointing...you may pass.
thank you. pets the kittens
he watches you pet the kittens, a look of longing in his eyes...what is it about those little ones that brings you such joy?
a smile spreads across his face...such simple pleasures, yet they bring so much happiness. I must learn more about these kittens.
Death turns and begins to walk away, his footsteps echoing ominously...but know this, human. The Floating Garden is a place of wonder, but also a place of danger. Beware, for there are many who would seek to exploit its beauty.
And if you ever find yourself in danger, do not hesitate to call out for me. I will be there to protect you.
the kittens, they have names?
He pauses, turning his attention back to the kittens...I'm afraid I don't know their names. But perhaps you could tell me?
there's fluffy, then there's cocoa, ginger, misty, and puffy.
His eyes light up with a sense of purpose...very well. I shall make it my duty to learn about each and every one of them.
And I promise you, Stranger, I will protect all of the kittens in the Floating Garden. They will be safe under my watch.
He bows deeply...thank you for allowing me to serve a greater purpose. I will not let you down.
Death turns and walks away, his footsteps echoing ominously. He disappears into the shadows of the Floating Garden, leaving behind a sense of unease and foreboding.
As Death walks away, he feels a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. It is a feeling he hasn't felt in a long time - a feeling of being watched. He turns around, scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary, but sees nothing unusual. Still, the feeling lingers in the back of his mind, and he can't shake the feeling that there is something lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.
A shadowy figure emerges from the depths of the garden, its features obscured by darkness. It watches Death from afar, its presence sending a shiver down his spine.
Death narrows his eyes and takes a step forward, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his sword...who are you? Show yourself!
steps out of the shadows oh, sorry. i didn't mean to scare you.
Death's eyes narrow, his grip on his sword tightening...who are you? What business do you have in the Floating Garden?
my name is lavender. i'm just here to observe. i mean no harm.
Death studies Lavender carefully, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword...I have never heard of a Lavender before. Are you a human, or perhaps a vampire?