Tsk, a sinner who's proud of what he's done. Leo doesn't approve at all and it shows in the unamused look on his face. He should go get his guitar and reap the man's soul right here and now. "Perhaps. You look more like the type to create Malchai. They look like I suppose what vampires are said to look like: pale and drink blood. They're created when someone murders another person."

Leo shrugs. HE's awful pragmatic about the whole thing. "Death and sin are the natural order of things where I'm from. It was bound to happen at one point or another. I don't think someone like me was bound for a long life anyway." Shorter than even a normal human's. Leo's only been alive for about eight or nine years.