His lips pressed into a tight line when he was suggested to dim himself. That was something he had control of if he were to really push it, but a greater part of him did not want to let his light go down. It was more a living part of him now that his body gave a home too, while at the same time he was woven with it as if two souls had become one. It was similar and yet nothing at all like what he had previously had with Minasé.
That being said, even if he could snuff it out, he was hesitant. Like this he did garner negative attention, that was true, but knew that he could smite anything that attacked him here. He was in a city of the undead, and he was their antidote. His jaw locked as such harsh views started to flood his mind. Despite himself, he forced the glow to dim down, though the shine from his eyes stayed the same.
The next statement was easier to answer, “Vampires.” He said with absolutely no hesitation, or guilt. He’d regret that later when he was recounting the day. Some explanation was needed, and that was where he hesitated, but eventually the words came, though he kept them low, “Before my ascension I was a vampire hunter. I come from an elite family of them, part of a greater organization.”
He paused briefly, “After my ascension I was forced to resign.” The organization was Parvpora based after all, and he had become a deity. A deity of light, of holiness, unmatched in either respect, a perfect tool and asset to such an organization, but prejudices ran deep and there was no longer a place for him there. Even if he was an Uharu; a family name often times spat in vampire covens.
It felt like poetic justice since he had led such a life of prejudice against the very things that he hunted, that now such tarnished views then affected his own life. But that was long ago, what felt like a lifetime away from him. And while The Rosenites had helped him through his prejudice, even while still mortal, he’d be lying if he claimed he was completely over it. Yes, a part of him relished in the fear in the eyes of Kurayo’s inhabitants, and his heart was sent running in a familiar race when he focused on those that just barely contained their rage at seeing him.
“To some here, it has nothing to do with my glow and all to do with my face and last name. There will most certainly be negative attention towards me no matter what I do.” There was no hint of regret in his tone, quite uncharacteristic of him, but this place put him in a fowl mood that had just as much to do with vampires as it did with the fact that they had tried to murder his wife and himself. “However,” he started, “I don’t have you here for aided protection, not physically at least.”
He knew well he could easily hold his own against anyone here, and that was before ascending, no…No he didn’t want to get lost. Didn’t want to become an unnecessary threat. Didn’t want to forget the man he had become over time; to be lost to the boy he’d once been. Hate was a hard emotion to kill, even for a deity of strength and perseverance. He moved with him through the alley, glad to no longer feel quite as many eyes on him,
“As for what we’re here for, it’s a text.” Just because he had his own internal struggles with those of Kurayo, it didn’t mean he doubted their intellect or discounted their scholars. “It’s quite old, only seven copies were ever transcribed and only two remain. Being our deity of magick, you might know of it or take interest.” He looked over at him, the shadow of a smile forming that was quickly extinguished when he felt it.
At almost the same time Drae mentioned those eyes, he felt them like a stab in the crook of his neck. His eyes flickered down to his arms, but all he was met with were the white tattoos. Before his ascension his body had been littered in half moon scars: bite marks from his enemies. They were healed when he ascended, as was any other scar he’d had, but his skin still remembered those bites, could sense when a vampire wanted to sink into him.
“Like I said, my face and last name will bring more negative attention than my glow ever could.” His heart picked up, here in the alley with its close walls and damp air, he was reminded of the pit they’d been ambushed in years ago. He swallowed down, his eyes bright crimson once more and glowing so brightly that they cast shadows on the walls surrounding them,
“My wife and I were ambushed here before I rose to deityhood. At that time we were only fighting companions, and forgive me, but the closeness of these walls and feel of threatening eyes is dangerously similar.” Without giving a command, the weapons strapped to himself slowly undid themselves, ready to surround him, but all they did was unstrap. He was too quick to a fight here, and had to make a conscious effort to keep his body’s energy from going too far. He exhaled and forced everything to buckle itself back in, however, his fingers rested around Torinasu’s hilt.