Author's Notes:

Hello all, sorry this took so long. College has been more time consuming than I thought. There are lots of various references in this chapter, like usual. And, for story reasons, there is a section of this chapter is in a different language. It was a pain to write and translate, but it makes sense story wise. There is a translation page with exactly what they are saying on it, which is basically foreshadowing for future plots, and a bit of lore/world building. I don't intend to do stuff like this often.

Anyway, enjoy! If you notice any issues like grammatical or story issues, please tell me. And thanks for reading!

“Right this way ladies, this is where the magic happens.”

Discord said as he opened a door into warehouse he had rented out, several women following him. Most of them were wearing less clothing than makeup, seeming to follow Discord rather willingly.

After the last girl entered the room Discord shut the door on them, quickly locking it. He stood on the outside of the warehouse, listening to the girls quickly getting confused.

“What the fuck?” One of the girls asked as she quickly turned around, trying to open to door and finding it locked.

“What’s your game, old man?!” One of the other girls said, pounding on the door as they did.

Discord’s eyes scrunched as he made a disapproving scowl, reaching into his pocket and pulling a different phone than the typical flip phone he used. It was an iphone, but he only used it to play games.

“I’m not that old.” He said as he turned his phone on, typing in his password and starting up bejeweled.

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Inside of the warehouse was relatively empty, there was almost nothing in the place. All the shelves were gone and there didn't seem to be anything else in there.

The nine girls in the room were all around the door, the majority of them trying to open it by either turning the door knob again and again, or banging against the door. They were all just approached by someone and paid a significant amount of money to come here, a lot more than they’re used to.

Some of them were just trying to provide for themselves, but most were in it for the money. Prositution might be one of the craziest and most dangerous jobs, but it's also very well paying.

One of the girls turned around, looking at what was in the warehouse. It was mostly empty, though it was hard to tell with how dark it was and it was the middle of the night. She could see on the far right of the warehouse, there was a pile of boxes of something. She squinted to try to make out what they were, it was hard to tell, but they looked like...TV boxes?

Beside that was a rather large cooler, big enough to hold a lot of drinks. But somehow she felt there weren’t any drinks in there, she partly didn’t want to know.

As she looked around, she noticed there was something else in there with them. It was in the center of the warehouse, a good twenty or thirty feet away. It looked big, a little bit bigger than a person. It looked kind of like one of those big boxes that furniture would come in that you’d have to put together yourself, but it was wider.

She began to walk towards it, more out of curiosity than anything. The majority of the women were still trying to open the door, but one or two of them had also started to look around the room, noticing the large object in the middle of the room.

The woman who had started walking towards the object began to notice more details about it, though she had to squint to be able to see anything properly. She was able to tell it was made out of some sort of rock like material, maybe marble or granite? It was hard to tell, but it looked old and degraded, some parts of it had been chipped away by the elements. There also seemed to be markings on the side of it, almost like hieroglyphics, egypian or greek maybe?

The closer she got to it the more confused she became, it looked like an old sarcophagus like you’d see being found in a pyramid or something, but that didn’t make any sense, why would something like that be here?

“What is it?” One of the girls asked, somewhat curious about the large, rectangular object.

“A coffin, I think? It’s hard to tell, but that’s sort of what it looks like.”

The woman who asked her just seemed to get more confused, her face scrunching into a scowl.

“Open it, maybe there will be something in there we can use?” She said, though even she could hear the skepticism in her voice.

The woman looked down at the coffin, raising her arms to it hesitantly, almost like there was something inside it that was still alive. She took a deep breath as she placed her hands on where she guessed the part that came off would be.

It was a bit heavy, but not as heavy as she thought it’d be.

There was a loud scraping sound as she pushed the lid of the coffin off, but only enough for her to see what was inside.

“Ow!” She yelped as she scraped her finger against the edge of the lid, causing her finger to be cut and bleeding. She quickly pulled it away from the coffin out of fear of infection, but a couple drops of blood got inside of the coffin.

She ignored her finger for a few seconds as she peered into the coffin, trying to see what was in it. She noticed the smell of salt and water that came from inside of it, it kind of reminded her of the ocean. No matter how much she squinted, she couldn’t make out whatever was inside, it was just too dark.

It was hard to tell, but she could almost hear something coming from inside the coffin. She tried to ignore the sound of some of the girls trying to get the door open, instead trying to focus on the sound coming from the coffin. It was faint, but it kind of sounded like….breathing? It was very ragid and weak, like an old person on their deathbed, but it was there.

Was there something alive inside of the coffin? Or was it something else? She was tempted to stick her hand in there and see, but something inside her was telling her that would be a bad idea.

“What’s in there?” One of the women asked.

“I’m not-” She began to say, before two skinny, black hands suddenly came from out of the coffin. One wrapping around her mouth, the other latching around the side of her head. Before she even had time to react, she had been pulled into the coffin, being lifted off the ground as the thing in the coffin was strong enough to lift her off the ground. The top part of her body being bent forward and pushed down into the coffin, so quickly and so strongly that she barely had time to resist.

She tried to scream, but the second that her head had been pulled into the coffin and something had pierced her neck. It felt like teeth, but they were incredibly sharp and felt strange. She felt them dig into her neck and into her jugular, blood beginning to gush out of her neck and into this things mouth, and it seemed to be sucking the blood in eagerly.

Soon it began to dig its teeth deeper into her neck, their hands pushing her head closer to their mouth. She was quickly losing blood, becoming more weak and slowly losing conscious, unable to fight back.

A few seconds after she had passed out, it had sucked the life out of her body. Throwing her lifeless body out of the coffin like a broken doll, her body pale and eyes lifeless with a two deep holes in her neck.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” One of the women screamed as she the body, one of the other women suddenly throwing up on the floor in front of them.

A few of them let out desperate, terrified screams as they began to pound on the door more frequently, trying to get as far away as that coffin as possible.

Suddenly, the coffin’s lid got pushed off to the side, the creature inside seeming to have done it with relative ease. It hit the ground with a deafening thud, causing the women to stop screaming, their attention directed to the coffin.

A hand came out of the coffin, grabbing the side of it and pulling the rest of its body out. It was hard to tell in the dark, but the figure did seem human. It had a head, but didn’t seem to have any hair, or clothes of any kind.

They watched as it pulled itself out of the coffin and into the light, as it did, they realized that this thing couldn’t possibly be human.

It stood six feet tall, looking more like a zombie than anything else. It barely had any skin on its body, and any it did have seemed to have been rotting and decomposing for a long time. Most of it being a dark brown or black, some of it just barely hanging on, like it was going to fall off any second. Its bones were visible on most of its body, mostly it's ribcage. Some of its organs could be seen through it’s ribcage, but they didn’t seem to be functioning, looking almost as rotted and decomposed as the rest of its body. Despite this, this creature was still very much alive.

Its entire lower face and upper chest was covered in fresh blood, like an animal after recently devouring its prey. It had two long, sharp fangs protruding from its mouth, the rest of its teeth were also abnormally sharp. They were coated in blood, almost like red was their natural color. Its eyes also seemed very unnatural, the pupils were a dark, midnight blue, seeming to pierce into the women’s souls. The sclera of the eyes were a crimson red, and they seemed to be that way naturally.

The veins in its face, particularly in and around its eyes, were bulged and seemed to be rapidly pulsating, like large amounts of adrenaline was pumping through its body and it couldn’t think straight. It looked at them hungrily, like they were meals and it hadn’t eaten in days.

Before they had time to react, it had jumped forward, sinking its teeth into one of their necks, sucking the blood out of her neck greedily.

“Get off of her you-” One of the women grabbed him and tried to pull him off, but he didn’t even flinch. He shoved his hand against her chest, the sound of her ribs shattering could be heard as she was sent flying across the warehouse. She slammed against the wall with a loud thud, her spine being broken as she died almost on impact.

The women realized that this thing was some kind of monster, that had a desire for blood, with superhuman strength. With fangs like a predator, and its body was in a state where It shouldn’t be alive

This thing was a vampire.

They began to scream, for it was all they could do.

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Discord heard the screaming coming from inside the warehouse, accompanied by the sounds of ripping, tearing, and whatever sickening noises came from inside as the creature inside tore apart those women.

He didn’t even flinch.

“Well, seems he’s begun. Should probably go ahead and call The Syndicate’s clean up crew, I did tell them to just assume I might call at any time.”

Discord pressed the home button on his phone and began to shift through his contacts, stopping on a contact named ‘Speedwagon Foundation’, clicking on them and bringing the phone to his ear as it began to ring.

There was a clicking noise as someone on the opposite end answered the call, a rather feminine voice coming from them.

“This is The Syndicate’s mistake management team, if you called this number, you’re either a member of The Syndicate who made a mistake that needs to be fixed, or you called the wrong number and will be dealt with accordingly. Our standards of clean and solved are a lot higher than yours, integrity remains the foundation of our success and wholeness. How may we help you?”

Discord frowned slightly in annoyance, he always disliked how long that was.

“Hiya Cindy, it’s your good old buddy old pal Discord!”

He heard a very audible groan come from the other side of the phone, the tone of annoyance evident even to him.

“PLEASE tell me you didn’t ‘accidentally’ cover an ENTIRE strip club with orange juice while you were drunk again! You have no idea how much of a pain that was to clean, and how expensive it was to do so and pay off everyone there to not saying anything. And the worst part? Even to this day, nobody knows how you did it or where you even got that much orange juice!”

Discord let out a chuckle at the memory, sometimes he’s glad he doesn’t always remember what he does while he’s drunk, he doesn’t even know where he got all that orange juice.

But he’d never let anyone else know that, there’s no fun there.

“A scientist never reveals his true methods. Anyway, no, nothing like that. There are several women in a warehouse that have been torn apart, like a bear on cocaine was put in there and just completely let loose. I need a crew sent down here to clean it up and make it look like nothing happened. Just take the cost out of my account, I can afford it.”

There were a few moments of silence from both of them, as the women on the other side waited for him to laugh or something to indicate he was joking.

He never did.

“Are you serious?” She asked in a dark tone.

“Quite.” He deadpanned.

“How di- You know what? I don’t want to know. Also because it’s our policy not to ask questions unless we have to. Ok, where are you?”

“Come on, we both know I don’t need to tell you. The Syndicate tracks every call that’s made to them or from them, I’m sure you’re looking at my location right now. Just tell me how long it’ll take.”

He heard Cindy sigh frustratedly, vaguely hearing her rapidly type something into a computer.

“Fifteen minutes, give or take. Can I at le-”

Discord suddenly ended the call, cutting her off from whatever she was going to ask.

“Sorry Cindy, I’ve got better things to do.” He said as he backed out of his contacts, clicking on an app labeled “Fallout Shelter”. A few seconds later, there was a flashing alert symbol as giant cockroaches came digging out of the floor, people in the game, who were dressed in skin tight blue suits with yellow stripes, reacted by pulling out various weapons and attacking them. While one woman, who was clearly pregnant by the way her stomach was bulged, decided to react by screaming and flailing her arms as she ran out of the room.

“Fucking Radroaches.” Discord mumbled under his breath.

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Starlight’s therapy room was darker than usual, the lightbulb and lava lamp had both been turned off, even the drinking bird on her desk wasn’t dipping into the water. Though the metronome was on, and was rhythmically ticking as it went left and right.

Starlight herself was sitting on the beanbag facing the door,sitting in it with her arms out to the side and her legs sprawled out on the floor in front of her. Her head was laying back on the edge of the beanbag, her eyes closed as she was asleep.

There was a small, metal key laying in her left hand. Right under her hand was a metal plate, it just sat on the floor with nothing on it, making it difficult to tell its intended purpose.

Suddenly, Starlight began mumbling in her sleep, her eyebrows scrunching in distress. Both of her hands beginning to clench. As they did, the key in her left hand began to slip out, falling out of her hand towards the floor. The key land on the metal plate, making a very loud clanking noise and waking up Starlight.

Her eyes opened quickly, bloodshot and wide in fear and surprise. She quickly stood up, her pupils constricted and her eyes looking rapidly around the room, like she didn’t know where she was. Her breathing was erratic and her heartbeat rapid, even her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

“I can’t...why would she?” She said horsley, the corners of her eyes beginning to tear up, a look of disbelief in her eyes.

“How sh- I need to draw it before I forget!” She said as she wiped her eyes, running around to the front of her desk. Turning on the lava lamp, producing just enough light to illuminate most of her desk.

She pulled out one of the drawers, reaching in and pulling out a journal. This was a different journal than her other one, it was a light brown with white patches in the bottom left, making it hard to tell how old it was. The words ‘Starlight’s Dream Journal’ were printed in bold, dark letters on the front, underlines with white marker.

She opened the journal to a random page, a sharpened pencil lying in between the pages. She then began quickly flipping through the pages, looking for an empty one. Every two pages were the same, the right page had a drawing on it by Starlight. Most of them were only black in terms of color, but some of them had additional colors, the most prominent being yellow. The left page having notes, assumedly written by Starlight. Most of it was written quickly, like it was done in a rush, and filled up most of the page.

“Come on, I need a pa- There!” Starlight exclaimed as she got to a blank page, immediately beginning to draw whatever she was picturing in her mind.

She was drawing almost frantically, as if she were trying to get the image onto paper before it left her mind. She began to draw the background first, which looked vaguely like and alleyway. She didn’t add many details, besides a knocked down trash can.

“I need….other colors.” Starlight mumbled as she opened another drawer, looking through several colored pencils.

“I need orange, and pink, and….” She hesitated as she reached towards a specific colored pencil, biting the corner of her lip, like she was afraid to use it. “Red.”

She took the three colored pencils and shut the drawer, beginning to draw again with the new colors.

She seemed to be drawing two figures in the alleyway, one of them was only orange. The drawing of them making it hard to tell their size or age, or even their gender as there were no defining features like hair or clothes. The only thing that could be seen is that the figure was lying on the ground, their arms and legs spread out like they were unconscious.

Strangely, when drawing the figure, Starlight didn’t color in a part of the figures chest. Right where the heart would be, like there was a hole in their chest.

The other figure was standing over the orange one, looking down at them. They also had no distinct features like hair or clothing, but something about this figure just seemed...different. It was almost animalistic, like it wasn’t entirely human. This figure was almost entirely pink, with the exception of the tip of their hands. Where their fingers would be, it was sharper than normal, like knives. They were a dark shade of red, very similar to blood. There seemed to be some kind of small, circular object in their hands, thought it was near impossible to tell what it was.

Neither of the figures had any facial features, similar to a mannequin. But it was obvious there was some kind of emotion as the pink figure looked down at the orange one. Despite having no eyes or a mouth, there seemed to be...regret coming from their face, along with shame. Like they had just done something they’d never forgive themselves for.

“N-no…” Starlight said shakily as she dropped the pencils, the palms of her hands slamming against the desk, like she was struggling just to stand up.

“This...this can’t happen.” She mumbled as she stared at the drawing, almost like she couldn’t believe what was on there.

“I have to prevent this...if she does this, if she kills them…”

Starlight remained quiet for a few seconds, hesitating to finish what she was saying.

“It’d break her.”

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Discord slowly opened the warehouse door, not even seeming slightly worried about what he may see inside.

“You guys just wait out here until I tell you to come in, I’m not sure how...stable he might be.” He said to the group of people behind him, most of them dressed in hazmat suits carrying bags, presumably people from The Syndicate that were meant for cleaning up messes.

Out of a lack of concern or intense focus, he walked into the warehouse with no hesitation.

He smelled the carnage before he saw it.

Their bodies had been quite literally torn apart, most having had their limbs torn off. None of them had their heads, laying right above their body. Most of their necks looking like they had been cut off, but not by any sort of knife, more like teeth. They looked like they’d been chewed through, by some kind of carnivorous animals. There was no life in any of their faces either, like they had been long dead.

Surprisingly, there was not nearly as much blood as something like this would suggest there’d be. Blood on most of the bodies, sure. But this kind of brutality should mean a lot more, almost enough to drown in. Yet there wasn’t.

Some of them had been mutilated beyond that, their torsos being cut open and ribcage being torn apart, their entrails hanging out of their bodies onto the floor around them. The only one that was different than the rest was one that was against one of the walls of the warehouse, the wall behind them slightly cracked. Suggesting that he had thrown her hard enough to kill her, and didn’t seem interested in her body for whatever reasons.

Then there was the man who did it all.

He sat on his knees in the middle of all the bodies, his arms dangling to the sides idly. He was staring at a particular spot on the ground, looking like he was paying no attention to the world around him. He had extremely pale white skin, like his body hadn’t seen the sun in years. He was also extremely skinny, to the point of looking anorexic. His ribcage could be seen through his skin, the rest of his body seeming like it had next to no fat on it at all.

His entire upper body was covered in a deep layer of blood, reaching all the way up to his mouth, which was also covered in blood. Most of the blood on his upper body had been dried, with the exception of the blood on his hands. It seemed fresh and was dripping onto the floor, making trickling sounds as it did.

He had long, straight blonde hair that almost went down to his shoulders, covering the majority of his face. Only his red eyes were visible, and seemed to have a...lifeless look to them. He was looking at a particular spot on the floor, but it seemed like he was just idly staring, like he was lost in thought. He did not move at all, even his chest did not rise and fall to signify his breathing. It was almost impossible to tell if he was even alive.

Discord took one step closer, intentionally putting his foot besides one of the bodies, kicking it slightly to get his attention.

His eyes suddenly turned toward Discord, locking onto him like a predator onto its prey, the veins around his eyes beginning to rapidly pulsate.

“Hey, you’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the b-”

Before Discord could finish what he was saying, the guy in front of him got off his knees in less than a second. His hand wrapping around Discord’s throat, almost enough to completely stop his breathing and crush his windpipe. He lifted Discord up, his feet just barely dangling off the ground.

Surprisingly, Discord seemed fine. His arms were dangling at his sides carelessly, not even attempting to free himself. Discord looked down at him with the same smirk he usually had no concern or fear in his eyes.

“Not a fan of Skyrim? That’s fair, Oblivion is better.” Discord said, his voice quite strained as he struggled to speak.

He looked up at Discord, his facial expression not changing at all, almost as if he didn’t understand what he was saying. He seemed to look at Discord with familiarity, seeming to recognize him, but he couldn’t tell where from.

“Non intelligitis translitterandi linguam tuam. Solum quod non te occidit, cujus nec recordatus sum qui sum est, quia non obstante, non videtur mihi nota. Dic mihi, quid nomen tibi est?” He said with a thick greek accent, which sounded almost like gibberish to anyone who didn’t understand it.

“Of course, you speak Latin. That makes sense. Hold on, my latin is a bit rusty. Been a long time since I’ve had to actually speak it.” Discord said as he cleared his throat, which was hard to do considering someone’s hand was around it.

“R. nomen mihi est, quamquam multa voca me Discordiae constitui debuit. Projectus Oceanum maioribus causis postea dicam. Transierunt domus mea est in narratione de libro vitae tuae et locum. Ego quoque dimittere te ex carcere, sic a nullo meo in proposito. Et venerunt ad auxilium Domini super vos meministis, qui es intentio ut ad adjust in mundo, quia mutata est significantly abierunt post te. In commutationem, requirere et opera utatur tua. Sed postquam vera est tibi quod ego credo fore vestram voluerit transire coloniam et facere usquam.” Discord explained, though he’s sure he messed up in some areas considering how long its been.

Nevertheless, it seemed to work. He looked at Discord for a moment, seeming to ponder his words. Then, hesitantly, he dropped Discord. The pulsating around his eyes slowing down and soon stopping. Though his eyes didn’t leave Discord, he was still watching him.

“Gratias tibi.” Discord said as he adjusted his collar, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Anne bonum oblita es omnia? Aut quae sunt adhæsit? Aut certe velut nomina?” He asked, trying to get an assessment of how far the amnesia went.

He shook his head back and forth disappointedly, as if saying no and was disappointed in himself for it.

“Non ego novi nec nominis sui nec etiam cur imprisoned. Sunt duo verba, quae non memini, sed non quae sit significatio habent. Quae cum animi iusto odio metus.” He told Discord, the frustration at not being able to remember anything about himself evident in his voice.

Discord smirked, but it was different than his usual smirks. The look in his eyes that came with it somehow made it seem...sad.

“Yeah, quod sicut passio ridiculam. Se meminisse non potes, si non volunt.” Discord said solemnly, a hollow look in his eyes as he seemed to be thinking about something.

Though this moment of despair only lasted a few seconds, Discord quickly regained his composure, his usual smirk back on his face.

“Usquam, indica mihi haec verba. Hoc potest auxilium me adepto a melius intellectus tui amnesia faciunt quod non questus significantly vestra memorias retro facile.”

As Discord said this, he walked a few feet away, waving at the group of people outside, signaling them to come in. Hesitantly, they did, as Discord walked back up to him.

“Ego quoque in his qui misit feminarum ad te scio quid estis, et quid opus fuerit. Hae humiles populi sunt: ​​et tu enim plus facit ad opus est ut ipsorum ducum ederet funeral. Hi sunt qui venit huc ad hoc emundare, et non est.”

The group of people begin to clean up the bodies, taking whatever was left of them as a whole and putting them into body bags and carrying them out, any limbs being put into smaller bags. The creature was watching them do this, though he didn’t seem very interested in them. He seemed to be paying more attention to the bodies, looking at them with curiosity, and bit of guilt.

“... et quod prorsus sum?” He asked as he looked away from the bodies, looking down at his hands in an almost shameful frown.

“Lamia es de vestris plurimum quidem. Et tu maior et fortior. Super tu fortitudo, patientia et per se esse immortalem. Quam pretium, est requirens sanguinem superesse. Et hoc modo non nati, et creata sunt. Et quomodo remanebit ad requiem aeternitatis.” Discord proudly explained, none of the cleanup crew paying attention to their conversation, they would be unable to understand what they were saying anyway.

The creature continued looking down at his hands, seeming to ponder on Discord’s words. Then, he closed his eyes, lowering his arms to his sides as he inhaled deeply. Then letting out a deep breathe, opening his eyes and looking back at Discord, seeming more calm than before.

“Quod facit sensu, nisi id quod dicis verum est.” He mumbled, his mind began to wander. Suddenly, his hands suddenly clenched into fist, an angry scowl forming on his face.

“Prodigium, haec verba favillae et ardenti affectu Dei iram in me verba, quae describere non posset.” He growled, his fist shaking out of anger.

Discord frown at his words, seeming just as upset at that word as he was. Discord put his hands in his pockets, his right hand seeming to be nervously fumbling with something in it.

“Prodigium res est ... non opus est tibi ut worring de jure nunc est vampire, similis tui. ... Et multo magis primam, ut ita dicam. Et factum est terribilia, quæ horribiliter etiam tibi et multis aliis. Amen amen dico vobis si erit donec visitem eum in tempore visitationis.” Discord said angrily, pulling a pen out of his right pocket and beginning to twirl it in between his fingers. Whether that was because of boredom or frustration, was hard to tell.

The creature seemed to calm down at Discord’s words, his hands unclenching as the scowl slowly faded from his face.

“Optime. Deinde,” His body once again tensed up, but this time wasn’t out of anger. It seemed more...fearful, like a prey that could feel the eyes of a predator on it, and there was nothing it could do to get away.

“... alia in Verbo sit Dominus L-leviathian.” He seemed to stutter out the word, as if he was afraid just to speak it.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Discord’s hand tightly clenched around the pen, his hands suddenly shaking violently. His eyes widening as his pupils constricted, a look of panic showing on his face as he let out a shaky breath.

“That..he, .... non audistis non est quamdiu in nomine ejus: beginning me speravit sum oblitus.” Discord mumbled, seeming to be talking more to himself than anyone else.

Discord closed his eyes, putting the pen back in his pocket and then putting his hands behind his back. He interlocked his fingers, putting his hands together, though that didn’t seem to stop the shaking.

“Et quid tibi terra levis est et omnis qui suus 'semper aliud quod occurrit, habet omne ius esse ut terruit ne recorderis nominis ejus. Sed, quod te illic 'nullum punctum in vera, quod est vel quod potest facere. Reliquit nimis diu et multo tempore revertetur dubito. Et quidem, ut spero, non.”

There was a brief moment of silence, some of the cleanup crew had more or less been listening, noticing the sudden fear in his voice. They had seen Discord in a lot of moods before, but to some extent, he still seemed somewhat composed and calm. For a brief moment, he seemed terrified, and just at the mention of a name. A name none of them had heard before.

If just the mention of a name would terrify even Discord, than what kind of creature did that name belong to?

“Alioqui, quomodo oportet dicere circa te potest accommodare ad novum terrarum. Sortem supellectilem docere te.” Discord suddenly said, turning around and looking at the pile of TV boxes in the corner, his composure seeming to come back and his hands no longer shaking.

Though it was hard to believe the fear he had shown before had just suddenly disappear.

“Primo, vos postulo discere et lingua anglicus. Id quod maxime haec patria est hominibus: et quod plus habet historia lingua omnis Documentries emisti mihi in vos.” Discord said as he reached into his left pocket, pulling out his phone and beginning to type something into it.

“Non multum tempus haberet, sic mihi docebit vos omnia et vos postulo scio quam primum. Quod opes you'll 'have ut vigilo TV scriptor plures simul, et erit fun. Et maybe non docebit vos basic math? Et summaria solum circa brevis historica, non est opus ut in detail.”

Discord rambled as he began to rapidly type into his phone, talking to himself more than him.

The creature listened to Discord’s words, though he didn’t understand many of them. He had questions, a lot of questions.

But there was only one he felt he needed to know as soon as possible.

“Cur quæris nomen meum?” The creature asked, causing Discord to stop what he was talking about.

“Nomen tuum? Etiam opinor dicat nomini tuo.” Discord said as he turned around, walking up to the creature and looking at him curiously, seeming to be thinking about something.

“Vincentius principio erat nomen tuum, sed magis quod sit illud arbitrium immutare, ut aliquid plus ... modern. Ita, ... erit nomen tuum.” Discord remained silent for a few seconds, thinking about what name to give him.

Then his mouth curved into a large smirk, a confident and proud look on his face.

“Vincentius...Vincentius Christoph Cellarius.”