He drinks his blood he brought as a now empty plate of bread and cheese rests next to him alongside his headband. Burn scars all over his body and a dark pressure around him. From Vanargand and Ratatosk.

Oh where he is it's a cold autumn night. There's no sun anywhere. And even if there was he can use his Black Sun technique to walk outside in the sunlight. He's just reflecting at the moment. Due to recent...events. His eyes were glued on the stars above.

"Carmilla I miss you and I love you. I hope the afterlife is treating you fine. For my life has only been harder. You killed majority of Vanargand and Ratatosk forever at the cost of your life and nearly mine and my brother's. But a small fraction of the them lives on in me."

"The sad thing is due to their influence still in me...I've become what you didn't want for me. I...am the new god of destruction. There's parts of my mind that seek nothing but mindless carnage and destruction. I've had to distance myself from Django and my family."

"It is...a struggle to contain and hold so much darkness in my heart. You were one of the few sources of light in my life yet...I had to lose you at the cost of the world. I protected them all along with you and my brother yet I get nothing but pain as my reward."

"And you would be?" The legendary Dark Boy stood. Granted he's an adult now but he's still a legend in his world. He picked up his head band before turning to face the other. Revealing more than just his burn scars. Slash scars on his eyelids, forehead and cheek.

"Your...different from the things in my world. I am Sabata. Son of the legendary vampire hunter Red Ringo and the moon beauty priestess Mani. Twin brother of the legendary vampire hunter Django. I am the legendary Dark Boy and god of destruction."

"Your er...your not wearing anything holy are you? I need to make sure before I even touch you. Have a body of pure dark matter causes me a lot of pain. I cannot touch anything holy, water, sunlight and more. Though...trying to work on overcoming sunlight and holy..."

"Fine then I suppose that's good then. Long as the weapon makes no contact with me I'll be fine." He puts his headband back on, covering up his forehead scars as the moonlight shines on his headband, crimson eyes and lavender hair.

"You could have fooled me. You look like a Solar Beauty from where I'm from. All your missing is being able to channel holy energy into everything. You have the good looks and outfit to match the part of a Solar Beauty. Just not the priestess ones."

"Who Carmilla? She's...different. We grew up together. She always tried to free me from the darkness. But in the end it cost her. She died for it but that darkness unfortunately still remains. Burning bright like an undying fire."

"Yes but my darkness...will cause another Ragnarok. Destruction of everything to cause everyone and everything to be reborn into the next life."

"I suppose that you can say that yes. The world has a certain order it needs. Destruction is a part of it. But I just wish I was not the vessel of the god of destruction. It feeds off my life force so that I may die with the world as well before it retreats to its home in space."

"Yes. But nonetheless it was a pleasure to meet you." The dark boy looks around trying to debate what to do next really. He doesn't really eat human food much but he likes the taste.

"I am honestly not sure what to do myself. I am nowhere near family and I have just been reflecting really. So...I haven't really been doing anything."

"I'm new around here but sure I suppose. Would be better than me getting myself lost for who knows how long." He shrugs and waits for her to pretty much lead the way.

He just stays by her side. His moonlight scarf flowing with the cold autumn winds. He loves the colder seasons so this doesn't really bother him. Not to mention he's immune to cold and heat so there's that.

"I suppose that's possible. But...what will you do after we eat and all I wonder? After all considering you have a weapon and all...that does attract attention. But then again I have one myself and it's a gun. So...we both do."

He looked around the new Japanese style land he was in. 3 islands. And the entire culture and civilization is based off feudal Japan. The age of the Samurai and Ninja. Mostly Samurai though. He does hear everyone pray and mention someone named Baal though. Ｂａａｌ （押トボ）

A giant white wolf sniffs Shizuka Nichiyō slowly before gently pushing her down with his nose and licking the woman. She's not in pain or hurt but for the moment she can't move.