Vlad is Bad

He would sit and watch, playing games with himself of predictions as to who would feel the pain, and who would spasm, and who could will themselves to die.

Vladimir did not however, see the angels that hovered above and around the suffering, he could not perceive their supplements: the grace of shock, the soul’s repose, the disentanglement from a body that was torn with irreparable injury.

He could not perceive the ghosts of the children rise above their dying remains, only to play, chasing one another in the winds above.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances