Azatoth

When Cthulhu first awoke from his city of Rilyeh, the ocean breeze swam through his nostrils. And in great strides, he stumbled across a beach, greeted by the many aloe and eucalyptus plants that lay before him.

Azathoth still lies dreaming of sweet mountain rain and soft cherry blossom. No one knows when he will wake, but the burning of cedarwood will be the beginning.

Vampires share a lot in common with roses. They both love red cherry and a grand cup of dragon's blood.