It had been a long while since that fateful day the Vankoryth Detente had a meeting that came to an uneven end.

A large glossy poster hung on the back of the door, only visible to occupants.

It was for a soiree, Social Immortal, hosted by the Vankoryth Detente to benefit Verinotte Hall. Anyone who had the privilege of wining and dining in the Room of York could consider themselves invited, for the Room of York was only accessible by the very wealthy or the very well connected.

The night would feature an uncorking of a very rare bottle of wine, the opportunity to rub elbows with the who's who of the vampire world, and free tapas.

It had been quite some time since the last time Remilia Scarlet had been seen in public, and lo and behold...on the day she announced her return to Terra, she would once again be partaking in the livelihoods and events which took place. Truth be told, she had been a bit uneasy about going out so soon...but she'd manage. Remilia arrived early, parasol in hand as she would enter. Making her face known to the public once more.

"Good evening, all..."

The door to the Room of York swung open of it's own accord, and through it Daemala Tauvyr glided. Her striking beauty was complimented by a floor length gown, which hugged her frame and was absolutely dripping in minuscule blood red beads. Atop her head, mounted between her thick black bangs and a pile of dark hair impossibly high, was a tiara. The dark stone in the center seemed to have a wisp of black smoke living inside.

The Queen of the Vampires had made her entrance. She swept a look around the almost empty room, her internal commentary on the decor cut short as she spotted none other than-

"Remilia?!"

Manik Chakor was dressed his best, hair slicked back into an oily 'do. He lingered amongst the back wall, pretending to read the labels on all of the bottles. He had avoided Remilia, not knowing what to say, but sent her his best attempt at a warm smile all the same.

When Daemala arrived, he felt a dark pull. His attention turned to her - he didn't mean for it to - and he took her in. She was breathtaking. Immediately, Manik noticed the tiara and recognized it for what it was. She had ascended in power, that he could smell.