After the heavy snowfall, Alana emerges from her tent, already seeing the commotion as the Joint Task Force of the UN started pushing snow off the rooftops of their vehicles. She could see that Queen Elizabeth had already garnered a lot of attention, being unusually early on that day. Approaching the beauty in a Masquerade Mask, the soldiers give way while tipping their helmets and trying to make their best smiles to impress her.
“My Maj- I mean Carmilla, I’ve not noticed that you’ve awakened before me.”
“Good Morning Countess. I’m just checking on the men. Our beauty and presence gives them immense morale. It is merely a duty for us to wake up early and energize them. So please, bear in mind to wake up early.”
The Countess remembers Paul saying stuff about how their race is idolized in his world, making her facepalm.
“Then, I shall be on my duties then.”
“Do take care. Be sure to walk with pride, remind them of our greatness!”
She raises her hand at shoulder level, showcasing her long and slender fingers underneath a silk white glove that reaches her elbow. In her tent, Alana couldn’t help but imagine what trouble her Lord might be in. Noting how she never felt like this before, having lived a privileged noble life, without much trouble. A thud is then heard outside, taking her attention, the lady in red stands up from her foldable chair and opens her tent flap to see a Vampire Ranger looking for her. The man in Adventurer outfit kneels before the woman and bows his head.
“Lady Minuit! We’ve caught another Vampire that has been drinking the blood of our human livestock!”
The players hear this and they all look at her with confused and scared eyes, Queen Elizabeth claps her hand with great elegance, signaling everyone to ignore her as it is a private matter. Respecting the tall blonde, the soldiers go back to work while the Ranger smiles with fear.
“Oops.”
“Grrrrrr… come with me, in my tent.”
“O-of course Lady!”
Inside, she’s given a debrief that the daughter of the Aresthal family had come inside one of her human villages and drank the blood of multiple people including children. Outside, Queen Elizabeth is secretly listening in while entertaining the UN soldiers as the Russians started blowtorching and lighting campfires underneath their M35A1s and Humvees.
“Those…!” she clenches her hand, her veins on her arm visibly showing as her anger reaches a boiling point. “After I warned them… they came back and disrespected my territory?!” She instively stands up, ready to head back but then stops, remembering she still has to find her Lord. Confused on what to do, the Vampire Queen sneaks up behind her and puts her hands on her shoulders.
“I recommend you go. I’ll take care of the search party, I assure you that it won’t take us a month. But for now, you’ve been gone for far too long and must attend to your duties as a Countess.”
Unable to protest due to having respect for their first Queen and founder, the woman just turns around and bows.
“Please, make sure he returns safe, he’s a bit dumb and stupid, but when it comes to it. He can be dependable.”
“No worries Countess. On behalf of my title and name, I shall. And it’s not like I don’t have any personal reason not to. Heheheh…” Looking up, Alana could see the hopeful eyes on the Queen. Something the books never told or shared. All accounts of her was a brutal and mighty Vampire that rolled through the fields of Geraldia with a handful of Legions and hundreds of thousands of summoned Demons. “Carmilla, is there any chance you might be…” she was immediately interrupted “No, he just reminds me of my husband. They both… have that aura of being dumb but dependable. Actually, I kinda got reminded of my adventures with him… though it's been thousands… so don’t worry. I’ll find him. I swear on my soul and very being.”
Assured, Alana starts packing her things as a Spanish UN detachment arrives with a Chilean Guild. Both having bought helicopters and an entire logistics company full of fuel and maintenance parts for aircraft. They’ve also bought with them Bpz Kodiaks Engineering Tanks equipped with plows and an excavator arm from a German guild that had some equipment to spare. With her things packed, she tells her Ranger to lead the way, flying away and going back to the Kingdom. Meanwhile, the reinforcements had already started clearing a path and helping some of the Vampire Legions carriages that were buried under snow. On her way back, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy as she didn’t even feel the Queen as she appeared right behind her.
Arriving at her Mansion after a few hours of flight, she immediately looks at the entire report of what transpired.
“To: Lady Alana From: Lord Freidrich, Commander of the 3rd Crimson Knight Regiment.
I apologize for the apt message but my men had not only captured the daughter of the Arestal family, but had caught her in the act. At around Sunfall, Novenix 15 of the Fourth Reset, a patrol that was skimming through the outskirts of the cattle town of Skype heard a scream to which they immediately responded. Only to find Madam Hannah, feasting on a teenage boy of the town. Though the men gave chase, the purity of her blood prevented them from continuing further. I’d like to recommend an immediate response to the Arestal’s. Though I’m aware of your schedule Lady Minuit, I’d hope you’d be able to do something. The Minuit family has been known for its quality leadership and cunning skills in politics and combat.
Sincerely, your Lord Freidrich Hanniette the Third.”
Reading it, she stands up and her Butler teleports, ready to listen to her order. “Get me my horse.” Just like that, her horse is delivered to the courtyard where she rides into the inner regions that surround the Capital city. The landscape was a winter wonderland, the open fields were shining as the super white snow covered the land and Cows were sitting pretty in the fields. Being a Vampire, the cold didn’t bother her. Traveling on low temperatures in her iconic red gown as her hair sways wildy from the speed. She passes by a group of Nobles enjoying their time, throwing snowballs at each other. Bowing as the lady passed them by. Though everyone was beautiful and handsome and always at the peak of their health, those with pure bloods simply had an otherworldly attraction.
Though the trip took her three hours, she soon arrived at the Arestal Manor. It was surrounded by acres of open snowy fields. Giving it a very solemn feeling as its weathered walls and rusted gate slowly swing, opened by the well dressed Servants. Inside, one of their Maids runs towards the upper floors where the Master's bedroom is located. Through the expensive yellow and gold carpet and ornate hallways made of porcelain tiles, did the young servant arrive. Politely knocking three times.
“Yes, what is it?” A groggy voice of a mature woman could be heard inside the wooden door full of Victorian art.
“Lady Minuit has visited and had requested for your presence Baroness.”
“WHAT?! The Countess has arrived?! Was a letter sent?!”
“None Baroness.”
“Awaken my daughter and prepare our best dresses!”
Hearing this, the maid bows and quickly rushes downstairs. Seeing the commotion, Alana lets herself in and sits on the sofa inside a large living room. She was given tea, which she partakes in as she awaits for the Arestals to arrive. While silently sitting down, she calls for a Servant when an old elderly man comes.
“Yes, Lady Minuit?”
“Is the Baron here?”
“I apologize, but Sir Arestal is currently at the Capital. Dealing with urgent matters concerning external conflicts and politics.”
“Understandable, then is the Baroness here?”
“Yes Lady Minuit, she’s preparing as we speak.”
“And the daughter?”
“Also here madam.”
“Good.”
After waiting for ten minutes, the two finally show themselves to her. Fully dignified and dressed to impress. Alana stands up to greet the Matriarch of the Arestal Family. Her long red hair almost touched the ground. The two were of the same height and with elegant bows, the trio sat down. With the Countess and Baroness silently sipping tea. After an awkward bit of silence, the daughter of the Arestal family opens up.
“Lady Minuit, how may we help you?”
“Simple. Could you tell me why one of my Knight Commander caught you sneaking into one of MY human villages and sucking their blood? Do you know what happens to those who defy the Minuit family rules?”
“I apologize, when I heard of the rumors that human blood tasted better when sucked straight from them, I just couldn’t resist the temptation.”
Facepalming, Alana makes a deep sigh. “Okay. Exactly where did you learn this?”
“The girls at the University I go to. It was stupid I admit but I couldn’t help trying it out after hearing the stories.”
“And what did these stories contain? You know we only do that for emergency purposes. This isn’t the previous ages where we didn't have a place to call ours, we aren’t barbarians. You're merely proving the stories of the mortals of us lurking the night and sucking the blood of innocents!”
“I know and I apologize, Lady Alana.” she makes a 90 degree bow, showing her regretfulness
Seeing that, she sighs once again. “Ugh, I’m getting soft.” was all she could think about. Looking back at her journey, she just smiles from all the stupid things she and Paul did. Reminiscing as she imagines his face, the brown eyes, parted black hair and rough but light skin.
“I’ll forgive you, but be reminded that a second incident will mean payment. Lady Miranda, guide your child properly. I do not want this to happen again.”
“Of course. I apologize for this. If you may, I am willing to give you a part of our land or our best jewelry.”
“No need. Such things are trivial to me, what I need is respect. Respect must be earned and it seems that I haven’t earned yours yet… or is it that you do not wish to respect me to begin with?”
The mother also bows, showing regret for her daughter's actions. Alana just sighs, crossing her legs and drinking the tea.
“Also Lady Minuit, I’ve heard that you sent your men to help the humans out in search of one of their Generals. Could he be one of your familiars? Manservants?”
“My, news travels fast. He’s a man I’ve met and made friends with. I intend to use him as a bridge to the very powerful humans that came from another world.” She smiles, cementing her words.
“Why not just enslave them? They seem to be powerful but they aren’t that smart nor have a fraction of wisdom.”
“Have you met one?”
“Why, yes. Some of your villages actually contained these humans. They’re smart but lacking in modicum or any respect to authority. I was trying to buy a human that has this sweet taste but the dribble they spout… are there peasants this privileged?”
“So far, the ones I’ve met so far have been very kind and caring. I do not dare disrespect them, nor say such bad things and I hope you aren’t going there to intimidate my men and buy them at low prices.”
“Oh my, but he’s a General from what I’ve heard. The commoners of their kind are very troubling. Strife with egotism and think the world owes them something. Huehuehue. Though when put into place, they collapse like children. Seeing their age, you’d think they’ve known wiser.”
“I’m sure you’ll change your mind when you’ve met General Paul. He’s… unique but also a gander to be with. I actually believed that he changed from meeting me. He smiled more and joked more. I couldn’t express this feeling with words. But I feel a sense of pride that man is happier.”
“I haven’t met a human on the same terms for so long. I wonder what his blood tastes like if you favor him that much. If the maiden of the Minuit family has taken such a liking to him, then his taste must be quite exquisite.”
“Hahaha of course… but drink the blood of that man, and I swear we’ll be meeting each other in a less grand manner.”
Miranda was taken aback by her sudden change of mood. As if a switch was suddenly flipped. Making her tremble a bit as she feels the power of the Purebred Vampire.
“As much as I respect the Arestal family for helping my parents in the processing of our Wine. It’d be great if your family kept your hands off my property. I’ll take my leave. Please do be careful and tell those young ones at the University to stop spreading such lies… There’s no difference between blood sucked and blood harvested. Actually, the harvested ones are better as we’re able to add spices and mend it with Wine and other processes that raw blood would never be able to compete with.”
Hannah just bows and respectfully stands up as Alana prepares to leave the Manor. She then rides back to her home. Preparing to call it a day as the Sun was already sinking. In her mind were so many duties and on top of that, she couldn’t help but worry for Paul’s safety as the snowfall is only gonna get worse as the days go by. While going through a road cutting through a patch of forest, she’s jumped by masked men in cloaks. Her cherished horse was wounded. Using her reflexes, she lands on her feet.
“Come with us now Lady Alana! You're under suspicion of harboring the old Queen!”
“Oh my. If it ain’t the cult. You're Queen's long dead. Get over it, I am tired and in need of a good rest. Scatter now before I spread your innards out to the snow for disrespecting me like that.”
Though surrounded and unarmed, she very well knows none of them could take her on. Seeing that she’s wearing her favorite dress, she opts to instead be more peaceful.
“How about you reprobates first tell me how you could even think of accusing me of being connected to the Queen?”
One of the cloaked men steps forward.
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“That woman that you’ve brought with you. She isn’t a normal familiar isn’t she? Given your long record of not having any romantic acquaintances or attraction to anyone, even the Nobles. It would be weird that you’d suddenly bring such beauty to your Manor, she also fits the bill. Above average height woman, Caucasian with long golden blonde hair, and pointy ears!”
“And? What does this evidence hold you? I could easily name five other women who fit that description. Well, you're all dead anyway for mocking me like that.”
“That’s for our Commander to decide, and who says we’re dead?”
“... You aren’t from around here aren’t you? Your Romanz is good, but it has a different accent that I haven’t heard off yet…”
“You won’t be able to talk your way out of this Alana. The outworlders you’ve been mingling with have been found out to have unveiled the Sarcophagus of our great ancient Queen. After many centuries, all it took was people from another world to find one of the Kingdom's most well kept secrets.”
Using a bit of wind magic, she manipulates the air around him, uncloaking the man and revealing him to be wearing BDUs with combat boots and a kevlar vest.
“Ah, so you are indeed foreigners. Let me teach you all some manners. Customary of us citizens of Rose.”
“For the rebirth of the Queen. We will face anything, the old world must die and you're in the way!”
“And for the record… It's Lady Minuit to you Outwordler.
She instantly crushes the man, using Wind magic to make walls out of thin air. A bloody result happened, being squished without warning. It was so violent the kevlar plate inside his vest popped out like a rocket. The attackers then started clawing her, while more popped out of the bushes. Alana realizes that they were more than she expected, and some of them have very pure blood. Her advantage of sheer power was equalized by their numbers, though none of them had weapons and only used their hands, each slice was as powerful as an enchanted sword.
After a few minutes, her dress was scratched up by the cloaked men. Making her more angry as she continually cut them up, it was a gory show. Each attempt at her life would end with blood and flesh gushing out in all directions just for her to heal back instantly while the others took turns whenever each of them got badly damaged by her strikes. She remembers Paul telling to calm down with her violence, but seeing how bad the situation was, the woman whispers “Sorry.” as she pulls out her sword from her horse's saddle. Turning the attackers into nicely cut bits and pieces, unable to heal back their lost limbs, only the strongest of them were able to stand and continue to fight as the ones with more purity in blood were able to regrow lost limbs but more slowly due to her sword's special properties.
Their claws clash with her sword, their combat could be heard hundreds of meters away as her weapon clings and clangs from the powerful attacks. Though she was able to fend off many of them, their numbers were still way too high and with a rush of adrenaline, she digs her heels into the ground before accelerating herself to inhuman speeds. Fighting twelve of them at once by constantly switching positions while dodging and parrying. The snow white path and trees were painted red by the blood and organs. Within the next few minutes, the fighting died down with her walking out with a torn dress splattered with the blood of her enemies.
Some of the corpses were turning into a Divine Dust, going upwards into the heavens while others stayed dead. “Outworlders, I wonder what’s their end goal here? Such weirdos.”
She heals her horse with magic, touching its skin and repairing the scratches and wounds it suffered from the violent fight; she immediately runs to a nearby Outpost. The grunts there rush towards the area of interest. All shocked from the brutal scene, flesh and limbs were everywhere and organs were hanging from the trees as shrieks of pain and screams of shock filled the patch of forestry. Even though the slices were clean and calculated, the lowly vampiric grunts couldn’t help but vomit a bit from the sight. Alana merely sighs and leaves them to clean up the place as she continues her ride back to her Mansion. Arriving, at the thick metal gates with the seal of her family, being Grapes and a Lion with two crossed longswords and a tower kite shield, her Butler was waiting for her already on the front door. Bowing and taking the reins as she hurriedly walked inside.
“Prepare a bath for me and a meal.”
“Of course.”
She discards her dress and waits in her black lingerie. Lazily sitting on a very expensive Sofa, she couldn’t help but feel her Masters pain. She was not only worried but restless at what’s happening. “At least Queen Elizabeth isn’t here. I made the right decision to leave her in charge of the search party. Though… why do they want her rebirthed?” Suddenly, she remembers an old story about the Queen. Going back to her personal office, she takes one of the books about the history of the Leaders of the Kingdom and turns to the first Queen of the Rose Cramoisie and one paragraph stands out.
“Though one may say that the Queen’s thralls are already powerful before being gifted, it cannot be said that they aren’t within the levels of Demigods without her blood. The Primordial Blood that runs through her veins, when given to those she found worthy can turn an already powerful Vampire into one that is akin to the Archaios. This means having the same abilities as her, but not to the same extent. One must always be in decor when the Queen is present. For her thirst and power is beyond that of even us Scholars of Pantheon. And to those wishing to partake of her blood, be of greatest service to the High Council, and one day. You might be gifted like her Generals and Servants.”
As she lugs around the room, reading more and more, she comes across a box on her desk, she then remembers his medal inside it. Giggling and smiling as she remembers his words about how her kind could be the most cruel and violent creatures to ever walk any soil to him, but also his promise he’ll return alive. She then looks outside the stained glass of her office room and something clicks in her head. One of her maids then knocked on the door as she made a mental note to buy something later on. “Yes?”, “Lady Minuit, we have the towel you’ve requested.” She approached her and the maid politely handled a white towel as she tainted it with the blood that was on her hair and skin.
“Ugh, it’s still sticky.”
Exiting out of her office and to the back of the Manor, the beautiful vampire with her long black hair enters a big bathroom, more than enough for an entire entourage. The pool inside it turned light red from all the blood that was on her hair and body as she dipped her white skin into the water. After an hour of cleaning herself, she takes another hour of fixing her hair and look. Coming out of the room freshly energized and relaxed.
Wearing her thin blue nightwear, she proceeded to the large Dining room where rows of empty seats and neatly aligned plates were prepared. Sitting in the largest chair, the wall full of paintings of her parents and family, the seats made out of the finest leather and she was given a drinking glass and was poured a special Blueberry Blood Wine. But before drinking it, she’d smell it first, then swirl the wine glass and take in the perfect aroma of the well brewed Alcohol from her family.
She takes a sip and her eyes widen, imagining what’d Paul’s blood taste like. A flow of lust and disgust flows to her. She well remembers his defiance to her kind and would never allow his blood to be drunk, but her natural impulse was overcoming it as she misses his presence, the air around her started smelling like him and her mind ever so getting clouded. Her food arrives, spooking her a bit as the Maid with another Butler prepares her utensils.
“Today’s Dinner Madame Minuit is from a Redgrave Cow, came from the finest farm of the Kingdom with a beautiful coating of human blood. We are assured the blood came from the most well bred of noble descent humans we have.”
“Th-thank you.”
The Maid and Butler leave her be, alone in a large table with no one but herself. After a brief moment of silence, she takes a small portion of the well cut slice of meat. Though it smelled heavenly for her, she can’t help but feel a gaggle coming from her throat. “This is… quite strange…” she confirms it by smelling it, it makes her mouth fill up with saliva. Ready to take it in and as she started munching, her head imagined eating her Lord’s flesh, and with a disgusted face. She spits it out, leaning on the plate unable to grasp her feelings.
After thirty minutes, she managed to eat it all but needed large amounts of water as the Wine even made her gag. The tiring ordeal made her skip work and straight to the Master Bedroom where a Queen sized bed lay with two big windows on the wall behind it. One last good look at the mirror and some poses, she heads off to sleep.
“So Alana, how was your day? Ya’ know. I found this cool thing when we were fighting those Orcs.”
“What did I tell you about hoarding items M’Lord?”
“What? It looks very shiny and cool. Look, even Bahamut agrees.”
A voice more deeper and womanly than her then comes in as she remembers the medal he gave them.
“My Lord, I think it would be better to leave it be for other adventurers to have. You already have enough on the carriage. And remember, the less the weight, the faster your horse can go.”
“Dammit Elizabeth! You and your way with words! Okay, okay. I’ll leave it be. But next one we find, I am totally keeping it! C’mon Bahamut! Leave it be for now!”
Laughing then follows as she awakens to a bright cold morning. Holding his Service Medal and an opened lockbox on top of her drawer next to the bed. Her blanket and pillows were scattered around and her long hair was all messy and full of cowlicks. For the first time in centuries she awakened out of her normal schedule and was in a mess of state. Looking at the mirror, she’s shocked by her look. One could mistaken her for a ghost with how she presented herself. This makes her quickly rush to the bathroom to fix herself. Back in her iconic red dress, she starts her day by getting served with fire magic toast and tea. After that, she headed back upstairs to her office where the daily reports and other concerns were already delivered.
She’d take small breaks in between, changing between her Office and the Library to read Novels and books of History and Culture. An hour before lunch, one of her servants would knock at her door, stating the food and if she wants any changes. Her only order was that there was no blood for now and the servant respectfully bowed and left her on her own. The clock on her room dings, alerting her that it was time to eat. Though the paperwork was still stacked and had to be left till tonight. She had no problem eating food this time and her coach was prepared, pulled by four horses. The large wagon had the Minuit family crest on its door and for the next few hours, she travels to the Capital.
Inside its mighty walls, everyone was wearing Suits and Dresses. The entire Capital looked like it was from the 1800s but cleaner and more well presented. The stone road and sidewalk was well kept and the coach didn’t rock at all. Vampires with their Human or Elven servants could be seen carrying bags of things they’ve bought while others elegantly dine in very luxurious restaurants. The main street was full of expensive coaches and well decorated horses and the winter was like nothing to them, having immunity to the cold. Some were even playing with snowballs and playfully throwing it at each other.
Nearing the Castle in the heart of the city, her attention was taken by a UN Humvee with two soldiers mingling with the locals. The banner on its brush guard says “Hearts and Minds!” written in English, having learned the language a bit, she could make out some of the meaning of it. After a while, the coach pulls into the Castle’s front yard. The Knights and grunts bow as they see the Minuit crest on its door. The two Crimson Armored Guards open the door for her. She looks around and sees that there were only soldiers, which was strange as there’s usually servants and gardeners. Her attention was then taken as the front door swung open, a UN officer with a Beret with a radioman. He was busy talking to the mic before Alana raised her hand to take his attention.
Seeing the beautiful curvy woman with long black hair in a pretty red gown, the two men were instantly caught off guard. They stare at her from the bottom up, noting the red heels and red lipstick she had with very expensive earrings. Her beauty overall though was beyond human comprehension. Having skin so clean one would think she was forever young.
“Excuse me, but could you tell me what had happened to the search party?”
It took the Officer a second or two to reply. Taking his head off the gutter, he salutes the woman first before answering.
“Captain Curtis! We have no additional report from the search party other than that the Vampires with them have been very helpful in dealing with the local animal population and fauna, aside from that, the two Pilots had spoken after being found.”
“What did the two Pilots say?”
“From what I remember ma’am, they said the Co Pilot let the two out before crashing. The carriage was also airdropped.”
“Nothing else?”
“Sorry ma’am.”
“Thank you. Please take care.”
She elegantly bows and the two lift their hats and put it back on. They continued walking but would constantly look back to appreciate her perfect hourglass body and a walk of a supermodel as her hips sway perfectly. The soldier almost trips, making the Captain go ballistic on him as he’s busy talking to the other units on the frequency. Inside the main lobby, statues of Knights holding a Lance and Shield line along in front of the pillars. The entire place had red carpet leading to the various wings and buildings.
Along the beautiful hallways and corridors with its walls littered with differing sizes of paintings of the Kingdom’s history and legendary Founders of the Houses and of course, the first King and Queen. Alana meets a man in a red robe with its hood down, showing a handsome middle aged man with brown hair and purple eyes, busy reading a book.
“Oh, Magister Maximilian. We meet again.”
“Hmm… Miss Alana. How are we today? A fine afternoon isn’t it?”
“A bit, the snow isn’t pouring which is good for the vineyards.”
“Yes and I’m not at the University right now, meaning no annoyances of the undergraduates and no bickering with the Scholars.”
Though looking like a young adult and fit lad with a well carved jawline, he spoke with a tone of an elder and carried himself with an air of professionality.
“Oh, I’m sure the youngsters are giving it their all. More so with a teacher like you.”
“You know Miss Alana. I’ve heard of your exploits with the Outworlders. Though nothing new knowing your charms but a General? Such an achievement. I hope they may provide us with new technologies. They have very interesting methods with their machines. I can only imagine the archive of knowledge they have! It must be akin to the Forbidden Box the Gods didn’t want us to open!”
“Though I’m not well versed in how those works, my time with Lor- General Paul has been educational to say the least.”
“Then, why not come to the University if you have time? The youngsters need a lesson on charms and elegance. They have no tack at all, yes they are all handsome and pretty but none of them are capable of fully harnessing it. Lady Henriette has been stressing over how poorly a class has been performing… though the rest of the batch isn’t much better.”
“I’ll look into it. As you can see, I have a very busy schedule. Even with my disappearance, the High Council still wishes to slave me away with this tenious tasks.”
“Oh please, they’ll be in education for years and with the current political climate in the world… I now realize why the first ancient Queen called Sir Harold a Monkey. The man will dance and jump if it means keeping his power.”
The two then part after bowing at each other, but before he was out of range, he leaves one last comment to her.
“Also, you’ve changed Alana. Do have a good afternoon.”
She merely looks back and continues her way to the Council room. There, various leaders of the Five Major Houses and the representatives of the Army, Air Force and Navy congregate for the day. The Elders varied in look, some looking very old while the others looked like middle aged men and women. She joins them on the higher seats, enjoying the view as everyone settles down and the day's meeting has started. The ones in the front seats were wearing General uniforms of Russia and Germany. Representing the greater UN effort in the area as their men made up the majority of the peacekeeping forces. Behind them were Spanish and Indonesian generals. All looking out of place as the room is filled with old style Regency outfits.
After a few minutes, a bell rings and the main doors of the room slam wide open, revealing the current King of Rose Cramoisie. Having translation skills due to their levels, the officers could fully understand the language but not the writing.
“We hereby announce the arrival of his almighty, the Lord and King of all Vampires that walk this plane, King Harold Timothy the Sixth. Everyone, please rise for our leader.”
Everyone silently stood and clapped as the King, with a shiny robe and a Crown full of Rubies walked into the aisle. He had deathly pale skin and green eyes, the Generals and Officers note that he looked like a younger Dracula but less scary and more approachable. Some of the people near them tug the players to remove their hats in respect. Looking around, they noticed that and lowered their heads while holding their berets and caps. The King stared at the strange looking men as he passed by them, sitting in the biggest chair in the gigantic room. The entrance concluded and everyone sat down. With a thunderous voice of a powerful man, he lifts his hands, taking everyone’s attention.
“I hereby start this meeting, a meeting that has only occurred a mere three to four centuries ago, when disgruntled Vampires of Queen Elizabeth’s reign banded together with enslaved Humans and Elves to overthrow her. I look forward to you, Outworlders and what you can offer to us. So far, your indifference to the races showed me a sight I still remember today, of Mortal and Immortal walking the same path, close to each other.”
As he talked, Alana tilted her head, noticing an empty seat next to the mortal Generals. An intense flood of sadness flows into her heart but knowing how close she is to the King and the Dukes and Marquises, she puts up a brave face.
“I’ve also heard the news of one of your Generals going missing at such an important time. But I’ve sent even my Legion to help your men out in search of him. I hope you see this as a token of our respect. The old Queen, Queen Elizabeth was also once a human herself with our first King, King Charles the Fourth. They went on and created the first ever Vampiric Kingdom of this land and is currently one of the oldest societies to exist. Never did they say no to humans willing to open dialogue. Though the past history muddled that and embellished the name of our proud species of eternal beauty and youth, I wish to bring it back. After the rumors of the Holy See willing to make friends and even baptize the Demon races, I must also be more progressive and talk with you mortals and aid you in your needs.”
The entire room stayed silent, everyone’s attention was on him and him only, every word he spoke and every gesture he performed commanded respect and power. Even the Generals and Officers couldn’t help but be in awe of his skills in public speaking.
“Be not afraid of our past, after growing with so much power that they were akin to those of a Demigod, the Queen went on a crusade for more blood. At first, it was for us, the people. But slowly, her lust for it only grew and grew and resulted in countless deaths and a reputation we’ll never be able to recover. Now, we’ve been branded as creatures of the night, preying on the weak and unable. But I hope this meeting will not only change that, but also give you all, people from a different world a fresh perspective of us. May you spread this word to the people of Geraldia, the prideful Knight Kingdoms there to the native and offsprings of the first humans in Dragovh and the Dragonkin that lived with them in peace!”
The room then bursts in claps and cheering, everyone giving him a standing ovation while the players just clapped normally.