"Where are you planning to go? India? Thailand? Philippines?" The old man groomed his Dumbledore beard and chuckled in amusement.
"You are powerful, Blood God. You really are, but there are some things that are beyond the current level of your power. Some things that are beyond your imagination. I am here because I don't want to see you defeated by these hidden forces before your story truly begins."
The old man's voice wasn't mocking, though it carried the tone of someone who had seen far too many plans fall apart. His eyes, however, were ancient in a way that made Damon feel like a teenager playing at being dangerous.
There was weight behind those words. Gravity. Like this man had watched empires fall and knew exactly what was coming next.
Damon didn't move. His body remained still, but inside, his mind spun. This old man knew that he was Blood God?! He actually knew his identity! How could something like that be possible?
