There comes a time for every vampire, when the idea of eternity becomes monetarily unbereable
Living in the shadows, feeding in the darkness, with only your own company
rots into a solitary hollow existence.
Immortality seems like a good idea, until you realize you're going to spend it alone.
So I went to sleep, hoping that the sounds of the passing eras would fade out...
...and a sort of death might happen.
But as I lay there, the world didn't sound like the place I had left...
...but something different...better...

It became worthwhile to rise again as new gods were born and worshiped
night and day, they were never alone. I would become one of them.
Whether it was the meal or the hundred years of rest, I'm not sure.
But suddenly I was feeling better than ever.
My senses so high, they led me straight to the instrument of my resurrection...playing in my old house.