It was time.
Time for the assault on the Lich, deep within the Abyss. Pandora was there. I…We… were certain of it. Marius and myself had glimpsed the place within my traitorous childes blood, but who knows how long ago that knowledge came to him. But still, we were certain.
It had only been a few days after my revival, and here I was throwing myself into a battle yet again. Typical. Pandora. . . Only for you would I do this.
The gift that I had acquired for Va’lis was Davian Pasteur. We had had him extradited to Vamp’s Lair from our fortress in Night Island off the coast of the Keys in Florida back on Earth. He was not told of our plans to resurrect his former master, so obviously when Va’lis Razele walked in the door of our prison floor, the shocked look on his face was genuine. He knew he would meet his end.
Davian backed up against the wall as his master stepped forward… the fear in him palpitated throughout the room. Excitement seemed to grab a hold of Merida, Va’lis other progeny, while Isonu looked indifferent. Amroth looked like he was holding back from doing the job himself. Once Va’lis grabbed Davian by the throat and lifted him into the wall, indenting the concrete hecatolite wall behind Davian with his rage and strength, I knew it was over for him.
Well it has come to this.
I am afraid of what the future will hold for our kind and our anonymity should this get out. However, it is a risk I am willing to take.
After Vandion revealed to us that the body found in the Blood Dungeon as we searched for clues to the whereabouts of the others was a half-breed with clear signs of mind-control magic, it quickly came together for all of us. These other progeny of Va’lis are now working with the ancients that took Pandora. Somehow, their focus has changed from acquisition of the Divine Parents to whatever information these rogue vampires gave them… something of more definite power. Isonu says it could only mean one thing: The Blackrock Sword.
Cherry Spy and Kagome’s find in the Blood Dungeon while they looked for the whereabouts of the so-called others was dropped off at my office for extensive detail. The request coming from our sovereign, Marius de Romanus, I put myself to quick work.
My initial suspicions were correct, the body was indeed that of a half-breed. Half-vampire, half-human. Looked to be a white female in her mid-thirties, auburn hair and green eyes. The body showed signs that it had been beaten, tortured. My initial conclusion to the cause of death had been blunt force trauma to the back of the head. I put the time of death at 3 days ago, somewhere between 1 and 2 in the morning.