The world that Drusilla once lived in was a far more beautiful world than the current one she was witnessing now. These tall buildings made of glass materials were nothing more but little things that she could have toppled down with one wave of her hand.
She had lived in a world with dragons, elves and demons—far more dangerous foes than anyone here have ever witnessed before.
Vampires were never the top of the food chain, but they had tried and thrived.
Lived and died.
All of those things, with the expanse of the blue sky beyond them and the sun burning its fiery rays of judgment. The weaker of their kind died or learned how to roam in the dark, stalk and kill their preys with the right amount of cunning and deceit.
Those were the days.
Where giants toppled down mountains and dwarves defended their fortresses.
It was such a wonderful world that filled Drusilla with nostalgia.
