Anesthesia's icy gaze pierces through the darkness as wrewdison asserts their omnipotence and immortality. A sinister smile curls upon her pale lips, her fangs glistening in the dimly lit club. She takes a slow step closer, her blood red velvet dress sweeping across the floor. "Omnipotent, you say? Immortal, you claim?" Anesthesia's voice drips with a mix of fascination and menace. "Such arrogance, little godling. You may wield power, but true immortality lies within the embrace of darkness." Her words hang ominously in the air, as the other vampires in the club momentarily pause, captivated by this confrontation between god and vampire. Anesthesia's challenge to wrewdison's divine status lingers, inviting a response that may escalate the tension to even greater heights. In this eerie sanctuary of the night, the clash of powers is destined to unfold, pushing the boundaries of what is known and challenging the foundations of existence.

taken in #devilsnight