Theris' eyes glanced at the vampire. "Why does a fanged hound speak my name..." his eyes inspected the newly arrived vampire with a clear look of uncaring. "I thought vampires were suppose to be a elegant race, instead you come with out invitation and interrupt a private conversation." He tapped his fingertips together. "In darken skies midnight spells your black demise, from light to dark from fingers they spark, they spilt darkness from light and cleanses forth your evil blight." the warlock chanted white electricity raced down his right arm which he extended towards the sky five bolts of lightning raced forth with a cracking ring of thunder. "You think far to much of yourself vampire, you may be able to hold me off but you can not defeat me. Though monarchs of our servant power should not fight over petty reasons that a lesser dog forgets their place." His eyes bore into the vampire, the golden runes scripted upon them began to glow. "Now wait your turn vampric hound, before you anger a "Godslayer"" He smirked as he thought of the strange name the lesser beings had given him, to slay a god... a achievement worthy of himself. Though to do so would cause such damage to existence that it simply wasn't worth it.