The souls however?
They followed, some grew tired of Erebus's game, but for the few that remained to see what he would do, cusping life and death. He was to return to his quarters. Since climbing out of the abyss, Erebus was naturally followed by stray souls anyways, his ignorance of them was ever refutable, he just didn't care anymore. Perching into a velvet couch, the vampire's fingers reached into a bag of red pills, tied & knotted to his waist. He slid the substance to his mouth, and popped it, followed by a canteen fountain of a thick liquid. It looked like pinot-gritio, or a thickened wine. But on the contrary, it was blood. The blood of a virgin girl, barely sixteen.
She had been a rebel against the recent outbreak of brazened drug users populating the world as of recently. One pill, and they say you gained the power of an immortal for an hour, the powers of speed, rage, sense... But it came without control, pure euphoria would seep through the vein if the user could manage to act in violence.
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