How depraved and self-possessed. Zach was bored enough to listen to Ozzie Kozier's record collection. It's not that Zack doesn't have the guest manners, but the normal version of Ozzie Kozier said, just feel free to do whatever you want and treat this place as your own home; facing the Sabbat vampire's 'Ye Gong version' Oz, he only said, 'Don't Tear down my home'.
So why are Zach so polite
What's a little surprising is that Oz's taste in music seems to be different from Zack's freewheeling jazz, which is a bit old-fashioned and mostly classical music. Zach couldn't be said to like it, nor could he say he disliked it. Well, most of the time Zach needed to hear this music, he was doing Toledo's job. Communicate and manipulate people's hearts.
Ah~ the wonderful~ era of Secret Alliance and Toledo~
Zach ignored all the records that would bring back 'good' memories.
"Give me a surprise~" he shouted to Oz in a self-encouraging manner, who was clearly doing business in the court, "Oz Kozier, give me some of your private goods~"
The private goods appeared, and Zach raised his eyebrows and pulled out the record.
Cover? A rotting corpse. Album title? Holy wood. artist? Children of the night.
Be pleasantly surprised.
Zach seemed to have no choice, so he put on the record and watched the thing start to spin.
When the first whine hidden by the note appeared in Zach's hearing, Eli Torrido had a habit of using real food, human whine as the background sound, remember. Zach shook his head and started looking at the cover. It has the track name on it.
"Yeah." Zach raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Inciting?" Zach didn't know whether his evaluation was accurate, but "God Eats God", "Song of Love", "Consumable Man", "Adam" The Fall of...
never mind. Zach lost the cover and went to wander around and find something else to do.
"Hey, Zagel~"…
"Yo! Zagel!"…
"Haha, you are so funny, I saw your eyes move, you are Zagar!"…
"Oh, what a coincidence, you are here, Zagel~"...
"Incredible! Zagel, tell me! Who moved you to the mop room!"...
“Hey~~Female model, have you seen Zagel?”…
Zach must be crazy.
Back in the apartment that was his own home and not demolished, 'Surprise' was still playing. Zach lay on the sofa and really went crazy. He started talking to himself, "I should have thought more about this before implementing my plan." Just to pass the time." Yes, I deserve the boredom I feel now.
The simple drum beats and melody entered Zach's ears.
Zach raised his head on the sofa and glanced in the direction of the record player. Without the background sound of Eli Toledo's bad jokes, it seems that I can listen to it.
Perhaps it was because the rhythm of the drum beat was too repetitive. Zach, who was lying on the sofa, began to spin his toes to this rhythm. appreciate? Not even close enough to the point where we could consider it a bored vampire simply wanting to flex its toes.
The melody is simple and highly repetitive, and the lyrics are also very simple. Which boring midnight, equally boring work was written? Well, Zach is not a professional evaluator. I leave the judgment to everyone.
Today I am dirty
I also want to become beautiful
Tomorrow, I know, I will only be filthy dust
(repeat)
Well, don't judge a song by three bars, okay? Here comes the change. Okay, it's just a little higher pitched, with some different drum beats, and the melody is the same.
None of us
We want to be 'characters'
When we pass away, we will let them know who we are!
We don’t know if it is a boring work, but it is definitely trying to express something. Zach raised his hands and put them behind his head. The mentality of flexing the toes has just subsided a little, it is no longer high-pitched, the drumming is not complicated anymore, and it is back to the original repetition.
Yesterday, I was dirty
I also want to become beautiful
But now, I know that I will always be filthy dust
(repeat)
Well, it seems that the time pronouns and grammatical tense have changed, so it is not considered a repetition that lengthens the duration.
So, well, the author had a brain attack and imprisoned himself in a time loop.
The expected high-pitched and varied drum beats, the so-called climax, came repeatedly. A very frugal piece of work. Zach can already sing. But naturally, Zach wouldn't make his voice sound like he was moaning to death...
The door opened.
Zach did not move. He had long sensed the arrival of this guy. He was considered a guest of Ozkozier. Zach did not need to welcome him back from Cappadocia.
The other party did not approach Zach immediately, but walked towards the record player. After a brief interruption, the melody and drum beats reappeared, "I like this song." Cappadocia spoke, "One of the few Eli Tori There are so many works that I like." He seemed very relaxed, "You know, his style is a bit, well, exaggerated even for metal music."
It just so happened that Zach didn’t even know the name of the song, “What’s it called?”
"Unknown people." After a small pause, "They. Plural."
"Oh." Zach responded easily, still lying on the sofa, "Anything with the word 'we' added to it makes it easier for people to resonate." Provocative, isn't it? I am struggling to live, and we are struggling to live. The cheapest inflammatory expression.
Cappadocia raised an eyebrow and glanced in the direction of the sofa. There was no surprise. Blocked by the backrest, all he could admire were Zach's protruding elbows and toes.
"You Toledo are really good at using language."
"Thank you." Is it surprising? "Then, there is no 'we', only me. The Toledo you know is only me."
"Well, I heard that you sent Toledo's messenger on his last journey." Perhaps in order to better pay homage to Zac, Cappadocia walked towards Zac and glanced at Zac who seemed to be lying very comfortably. Ke, after a strange look on his face, this guy lay down under the sofa. Wonderful guy.
Zach raised his eyebrows, turned his head, glanced at Cappadocia, who was imitating his posture under him, tilted his head with some unknown emotion, and continued to lie back.
Cappadocia continued, "Can I ask why?" As if he was really puzzled, "I can understand that you would hate a body that has lost everything, emotionally. But, it is a body after all. A Toledo body with the same blood as yours flowing through it. It’s a bit of a waste, don’t you think?”
"Then let me ask you a question." Zach continued to twirl his toes as he repeated the melody and words, "Is this the only Toledor body that your Sabbat obtained?"
"It's very unfortunate, yes." Cappadocia didn't seem to have any intention of hiding anything, or maybe he just didn't dare. He was one level lower than Zach's bloodline, "Lesembula spent a lot of effort, In preserving this body. In that era, Toledo's blood was not difficult to obtain. Sometimes, there were even channels to purchase it from the Secret Alliance with money."
The secret alliance annihilates Tori Doha (second sound). Why don't you waste your energy and taste the taste of your former allies? OK.
Zac was given time to fully feel these words. Cappadocia, haha, it turns out he is not a kind guy. He continued, "But the body..." It was a coincidence that the melody being played happened to carry the phrase "dirty". Dust', Cappadocia said with a smile in his tone, "Just like the song, dust. Vampire's body, or you can say, corpse. It's hard to get."
So the resonance of identification is here. Vampires are things that continue to be ugly and will definitely become dust. Sad vibes.
Zach wasn't prepared to resonate with anything, he was proud and immortal, Zach. He asked, "Then, how did Lesembra obtain this body?" to prove that Zach fully understood what he said before, "This is not something that can be bought with money."
"Steal." The emphasis was deliberately put on after the pause, "from Papa Midnight."
Zach raised his eyebrows, I see, so at midnight last night, Papa would mock the Sabbat's 'barbaric' (craniotomy) preservation method.
It was quiet for a while, "You still haven't answered my question." The vampire underground reminded the vampire on the sofa.
"There is no special reason. It's just that in my memory, the dead people should remain dead." Uh, so cold. "Now, the last thing I want to see is the position of my Lord of Toledo. There is one more alternative that is equal to me, haha." Not only was he cold, but he also laughed.
Cappadocia couldn't lie still anymore, so he stood up and sat up. The height was just right, and he could look straight at Zach, who was lying on his back. He raised his eyebrows and looked surprised. Many things flashed through his eyes, and finally they settled into "Is this a message?" He frowned, "A message for the Sabbat?"
Zach raised his eyebrows, "You actually understand? It's rare. In my impression, Cappadocia is not a very smart clan."
"Nainad, Nainad Cappadocia." He introduced himself ~ "My father is a second-generation Finn..."
Zach moved his elbow, "I don't care."
"Okay." Nenad is still self-conscious, "You want to use this behavior to declare that you are the current master of the Toledo clan, you, only you. You choose between you or Eli for the Sabbat, It has improved to the point where we should choose the Toledo clan or this alien species!"
"That's more or less what it means." Zach continued to move his elbow, "I should be grateful to Lesembula for clearing out the messengers. It's easier for me." It means that there will be no psychological burden at all.
Nenad still looked at Zach, "So does this mean that Toledo has really joined the Sabbat? As the ancestor of the clan, you can represent Toledo as a whole!"
Zach smiled, "Don't be so idealistic, Nenad, you need to choose me, and then~" Zach raised his eyebrows, "I don't think there is any need to welcome such exaggerated things, but , Haha, this is a sincere invitation, I will still enjoy it."
Nenad stood up completely with a serious face, "I need to return these to the West, which will affect their decisions."
See Zach's calmness, "Good influence, or bad influence?" He turned on his toes more and more briskly, "I know it~ To the Sabbat, I am divided, haha, 'original sin', I Split the Thirteen Clans, split the Secret Alliance, and then I led Toledo to join the Sabbat, which is not necessarily a good thing for the Sabbat~" Calm is the arrogance of someone who dares to say anything.
"Who told you this?!" He said solemnly.
"Do I need someone to tell me? It's something I do myself~" Zach tilted his head and followed the melody, "This song is really good. Everyone wants to be a 'character'. After we die, someone will sum up what we are like." 'Character'." Zach shook his head lightly, "I'm so lucky, I'm still alive, and someone is already summarizing my life. Haha, I am the 'character' that the unknown people in this song aspire to be. ."
It seems that he is thinking over and over what he can say at this time, and now he will fall out? Dare not, then, the last person to speak was, "Then you should understand that the summary of your life is not just division. You did many things in the Secret Alliance! It was those things that made Lesembra obsessed with you! "
Zach curled his lips, "Yes~ So, accepting me also accepts my ability to do those things in the Secret Alliance. Splitting is just an incidental risk that you Sabbat need to weigh~ Okay~ I like your clear thinking. ~"
Nenad seemed relieved and saluted. It seemed that he was going to report immediately. Moreover, without any intention of avoiding suspicion, he went directly to the phone here to report under Zach's observation.
Zach raised his head slightly and said in a relaxed tone, "Is it up to you to report?" A sincere question? Come on, we know Zach well enough! "You don't need to wait for the leader of your team first. Haha, when Hamilton comes back, do you want to explain the situation to him first?"
Nenad's hand that was dialing the number paused, and a ferocious look flashed across his face for a moment. It didn't matter whether Zach saw it or not. He turned back to look at Zach's extremely sincere questioning face, "I won't say any false things. , Ancestor of the Toledo clan." The names have changed~ "You know what we in Cappadocia are called, the Clan of Destruction! Our corrupt power..." I will have a chance to say this later, "Let us not be owned by everyone. A clan that everyone respects!"
That's right, the vampire team that came to Barton this time, the leader, the fighter, the tracker, and the aftermath of Cappadocia, haha, who would respect the aftermath
Do you think the ethnic culture of vampires is the same as that of humans? Will there be any respect for the aftermath, such as Grande's status as a liquidator of the previous generation? No! For a vampire, it's just a matter of overeating once! Human criminals are punished by human laws, and the older generation of Grande's cleaners are the only way for those human black professionals to escape! What do vampires have? Has the Holy Lord come to punish the vampires? How else to punish? ! Does a corrupt soul decay faster? Or eternal life multiplied by two? Seriously, stop being funny.
Zach smiled, reset his head, and ignored it.
Look, the Sabbat has given a summary, and the Sabbat itself has to weigh the risks~
It just so happened that this rarely acceptable, repetitive and frugal song had come to an end. As I said a long time ago, Zach would not find resonance in this kind of thing. He came to the conclusion that Eli Torrido had predicted his future in the Sabbat in a boring midnight wandering. That's it. , an unknown person who is always dirty and only deserves to be dust. ah! Add 'we'.
(marilynmanson, the song title is thenobodies) (..)