Emil enjoys this time of the night. Constellations rise, and the world fades into a deep slumber.

The witching hour.

The time he may reunite with his love.

See, his love is not natural. But this does not bother Emil, no. He adores his love. Undead or not, sharp fangs or normal teeth, Emil is truly, madly, and deeply in love.

"My love. Welcome back to the land of the living. Must you feed? A stroll around the dark?" Emil is anxious to please.