"Well, you see, it's black in color and casts mostly red light. Sometimes there's a pentagram on it, other times it's an eye! I suppose it depends on what mood the sun is in that day! Hahaha!"

But oh, at the sight of the claws and the mention of 'over a hundred years', Alastor's eyes light up dangerously, and he gets uncomfortably close to Dio, smile covering most of his face.

"A hundred years you say? That's quite a lifespan. And here I thought you were younger than I! Hahaha! I see, I see... my fine gentlemen, could it be you are... a vampire?"