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One Misty Sanguine NightOne misty sanguine night the winds whisper a name to me,The tides they speak hearken our departed leader and his primitive creed, "The time has come," I exhort Mireille, "What will you?" Velnias sweeps into the manor hall and looks around it in dismay, Auriferous accoutrements adorn the recumbent brood, "Anathema." Priceless works of art adhere to the wall, embellished by a fresco 'pon the baldachin, A lavish meal set on the table for the victims ere they meet their end... "Foolish mortals..." Informed by the vampires at hand that the fixtures are the work of their current queen, A ruse intended to trick the perverse into exposing themselves as libertines. They mock his abandonment of his own kind, and extol the virtues of the new regime, They enlighten him of the power of Mireille, and tell him he should grovel until he is redeemed. Velnias smiles enigmatically at the bearers of the news, He announced to the crowd that he would challenge Mireille for command of the vampires, "To save you from yourselves." Unsure in her mind, yet unwavering in her heart, Mireille agrees to combat her antagonist, I decreed a masked encounter to test their strengths without the aid of sight. "This is my win..." Veiled and disrobed he waits upon his foe, prepared in his mind for aught she could convey, He senses her power walking into the room; silent she prepares to face his offence... |