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Lazarus Bloodwheel

They say that the very sky cried blood upon his entry to the world. Then again,He was born moment's before the great war.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: - Lazarus Bloodwheel
Alias/Nicknames: - Reaver, Steel Reaper
Gender: - Male
Species/Race: – Theranen,Vampire
Nationality: – Theranen
Birth Date: - First Day of the Blood Harvest
Age: - 26
Zodiac Sign: - Scorpio
Descendent(of): - Behemoth Theronguard
Current Residence: - Castle Vankoryth,Haverous Bog
Job/Profession: - Unemployed
Title: - Reaver of the Blood Harvest
Allegiance/Alignment: - Theranen, The Detente.

APPEARANCE
Height: - 8'1ft
Weight: - 97kg
Build: - Heavily Muscled
Eye Color: - Amber/Red
Hair Color: - White/Black
Handedness: - Ambi-Dexterous
Skin Shade/Color: - Blood-Red/White
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Several large scar's across his torso and forearms
Description: – A tall and imposing figure,his eye's glow a deep red.He stand's to be a lightly armoured opponent,however the armour is of mysterious make as it seems to be simply grey bandages and a black tattered material,and judging by it's faint blood red aura it is not simply cloth The armour is decorated by well-spaced flesh-piercing teeth around the edges and his Right leg is covered in black and intricate tribal tattoo's. He wear's nothing upon his feet and his long-black hair seem's to be eternally interesting to him. All this is a recent change from his Blood-Red skin and his eternally armoured body. Apparently he likes his old hunting armour better then last set of armour his clan gave him. The only flaw it seems to have is the rather large whole in it,being that from his left shoulder to his left-hand's finger tips there is no bandages or armour. Leaving it upto his aura and Rishamel to keep it intact.


MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Straight
Relationship/Marital status: - Single
Family/relatives: - All Deceased
Sanity: [u][i] - Insane
[u][i]Friends:
- None
Mental Skills: Fear inducement. His presence inspires fear into those with average or below willpower for apparently no reason.
Likes: - Blood,Alcohol,Women
Dislikes: - Angel's,Demon's,Elemental Magic
Hobbies: - Reading,Writing,Fighting
Personality: – Not much is to be said here, He is a mute being and so beyond being prone to blood-lust fueled slaughter he is a rather quiet being with few friends due to his silent nature. He can however write out what he want's to say and attempts to do so,however he is ussually ignored.

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Lazarus has fondly named his weapon, Rishamel which in his language translates into Speed Demon. It is an incredibly fast and maneuvarable weapon that greatly increases in strength the more he and his opponents are injured. At it's peak of power the weapon releases three shockwaves of red energy that obliterate most thing's that they make contact with. The weapon itself is abnormally sharp and durable and leaves behind a trail of blood-red magic that act's as a secondary harder to detect set of blades. The Weapon can be split into two duel-wielded blades which can then be further stretched and combined to make a claymore,forked in the middle and razor-sharp on both sides.
Combat Attire: – Unchanged
Accessories: – His large right leg becomes more powerfull in accordance with how much blood is spilled,therefore eventually leading his kick's to be body-tearingly powerfull and as of late due to his vampiric strength,Even capable of felling small buildings.
Miscellaneous: – None

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – He either fight's using an Ethereal Aura generated around his limb's or his weapon Rishamel in an intricate and relentless flurry of attack's that seem to happen at random
Hand-to-Hand: – Ethereal Capoera
Weapons Style: – Rishamel's Blood Harvest
Special Abilities: – Various Blood related "Buffs" and a seemingly endless tolerance for pain. Giving him power and durability in combat. Vampiric Strength,Speed,Perception and the ability to almost teleport due to what can be reffered to in general terms as a flash-step.

STYLES OF MAGIC
Chant Magic: - Unknown
Rune Magic: - Unknown
Elemental Magic: - Unknown
Psychic Magic: – Unknown
Conjuring Magic: – Unknown
Enchantment Magic: – Unknown
Space/Time Magic: – Unknown
Arcane Magic: - Unknown

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – None
Family: – None
Known Languages: – Theranen,English.
Proficiency(Affinity): – Highly proficient in many weapons and Combat styles,Prefers Rishamel over all else.
Personal History/Background: - Unknown
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - Clan of Theranen, Sub-clan of Bloodwheel, Sub-Branch of Blood Harvest.

Other: : Unknown

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Lazarus Bloodwheel's Story

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Lazarus Bloodwheel nodded and tapped into the pad quickly,raising it once more along with the blade. "That is what earned me my exile,The want to not waste life simply because they have grown. Atleast not without another purpose."

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Lazarus Bloodwheel nodded,slowly. Having considered the idea,the pad fizzed yet again without his typing however. It simply read, in a messy and decrepit mess of his own language and english.

"I am no Knight"

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Lazarus Bloodwheel flicked his weapon into the air,catching it in his right hand and sweeping it toward's her. The pad launched off of it's loose holster on the side of the weapon and banged into the tree behind her. One of the few places she had to flee.

"I AM.NO.KNIGHT" It would read if seen,fizzing loudly.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel began rapidly spinning and lunging his weapon back and forth at the woman. Quickly and expertly,stepping back and to the sides when appropriate. Eventually pausing and shifting his armour to open a gap between his shoulder and his neck. A large burst of blood-red energy surging forth in a relentless torrent.

With this he would resume his on-slaught,the aura around his blade also thickening into a blood-red blade line.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel slices the branch in twain and stares after the creature. Leaning down to calmly pick up his pad. It was cracked but worked. He calmly held it up to her,the writing large and easy to read.

"I am Lazarus,Steel Reaper. Speak your offer or Fight me. I am no Knight and if you dare insinuate I am again,I will cut you in twain" It read. His orange eye's now blazing orb's of light under his helmet as he stared her down.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel spun the weapon in his hand,looking as if he aimed to attack. Before stabbing it into the ground and kneeling,the shift in his armour still apparent,leaving part of his neck bare now that the torrent of energy had ended.

The pad fizzed to life on the floor beside him. "I accept your offer,For my kin"

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Lazarus Bloodwheel groan's audibly as she pierces his neck. His actual flesh was quite weak,as is all of his species. Hence why he was alway's in armour. That and the vast ammounts of energy that is housed within each Theranen's bones.

His hand dug into the dirt as she drained his blood.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel wakes up with a start,clutching his helmet and shaking his head vigouresly as he looked around for his weapon and pad. That's right...he had been bitten,so this was the vampires haunt huh?...It was nice,he could get used to this.

Fidgeting in the bed he swung his leg's over to the side. His heavy right leg pounding into the ground as he held his neck. Had the change already happened or was he still waiting?...How the hell did this work?

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Lazarus Bloodwheel stumbles down into the main entrance hall,his metal leg clanking against the floor and the chain's about it rattling with each stride. He had no regard for silence and had apparently not regained his weapon as of yet,or atleast..he hadn't FOUND it yet.

He would eventually find himself exploring the castle and searching about the place. Hoping to not run into anyone without his pad upon his person,eventually slipping into the Room of Reason

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Lazarus Bloodwheel silently slipped into the room,his chain's not even clanging against his leg as he stayed within the shadow's. Aaah,so she was here...was there some kind of Heirarchy he should follow? Bow to her? Not stay in the shadow's and stare?

Lazarus however to his disbelief managed to make himself do neither of these thing's,instead leaning against the wall with his arm's crossed and one leg over the other in silence.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel stepped forward and snatched the paper into his hand's. Turning it around so he could read it, Vampire Pact's?...Odd,but not too far away from what he had signed up for. So ALL Vampires were either dead or hunted down for this place,Ironically he had become apart of it whilst looking for a place to nap,a much more peacefull entrance to Vampyre-hood.

After reading it through he flicked the page back onto the table and nodded his head to her question,however two fingers of his right hand tapped upon his helmet and then his neck where the energy had burst from. How was he to feed without burning his food to pieces?

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Lazarus Bloodwheel tilted his head to the side. Machine?, Oh...his pad and therefore his weapon. Good,he felt naked without the stupid thing. He wouldn't leave however and simply stood staring at Daemala. He could not feed until he figured out how,and his fang's hadn't even come in yet. He had awoken with a throbbing head-ache and a sore neck but nothing else. However this worked it was slow.

He shook his head to near everything she had said and tapped around his mouth area trying to tell her that nothing had happened.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel raised up his arms in a shrug and pointed to a small valve upon the back of his armour labelled "Vitamin's" In tiny Runic font. In his own language of course. It'd just be runic giberish to her.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel pointed down at the ground,motioning for her to crouch as he began to pull his helmet off.

Upon removing it there would be a large shockwave of dark red energy that would seem to harm nothing,however by the anthracization of a small lizard that had found it's way in it seemed to be rather deadly to living thing's. A pillar of energy would tear for into the air and then dissipate soon after. Leaving an elfish looking being with blood-red skin and Orange glowing eye's to be standing there,long flowing hair made of energy hanging behind him and small bone spines sticking out of the visible areas of his shoulders. He was an odd being.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel brung his arm up swiftly and took a step forward,attempting to shove the metal'd limb into her gaping jaw. Why had she attacked? He wasn't human,He had pointed out he was Theranen of course what else did she think?, He could by choice BECOME Human but then. Why would he? It would severely lower his abilities as a hunter.

His form raised an eye-brow at her during all this. His glowing eye's dialiting and becoming brighter.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel stared back,His blood-red aura surrounding him and then flaring into the air endlessly,His mouth moved for but a moment as his eye's glowed beyond being blindingly bright to stare into.

"As you wish" These would be his first and last word's.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel dropped his helmet to the floor with a clang,His skin bubbling as he fell to the floor after it. slowly shifting into a regular skin-tone as his hair began to solidify into a long black mess. A flash of dark energy binding a bandit style set of bandages around his mouth and reaching down into his armour. what looked to be small teeth keeping it attached to his face. His teeth sharpened to vicious points especially his canines and his ears sadly becoming more elven then ever. He became more muscled which was shown by his armour bulging around his limb's and then simply slumped there. Aw

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His eyes darted towards the rat,Dissapearing in a gust of wind and then re-appearing a moment later with a rat in his hand. Holding it towards his bandaged mouth and raising his arm to lower it slightly,revealing his rows of vicious teeth as a faint aura began to re-incase him,droplets of energy falling from his canines as he prepared to tear through the thing.

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Lazarus Bloodwheel discards the skeleton simply,throwing it to the side and replacing his mask into its previous position. The teeth tearing back into his flesh

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Lazarus Bloodwheel nodded and dissapeared in another gust of wind. A type of flash-step it would seem to be showing itself to be. His weapon and pad would be gone from the hall and two bodies gone from the kitchen. He would be feasting in his room,he didn't feel like being disturbed mid-meal.

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The Room of Reason served it's purpose, now more than ever. The Vankoryth Detente had swollen, holding record membership and impressive power among it's ranks. Families flocked from far and wide to pledge their alligience to this powerful group. Dieties had even turned their attention to the brethren of vampyrkind, wishing for support, blotting the sun with clouds so the night walkers could stride at day. Here, in the archaic stone Castle Vankoryth nestled deep within the Cursed Wood, undead powers presently sat themselves around a table carved for truth.

Brethren, Blood, fellow Creatures of the Night,


Casren Bistreo addressed the assembly, bowing to his elders and nodding to those below him. Most members of the Vankoryth Detente were present, the Room of Reason being large enough to accomidate all. Many were armed despite the safety of the room; this unsettled few.
The Vankoryth were not foolish.


All of you know of The Blood Edict,
All of you know of The Humanity Clause,


The Detente had since doubled, Casren noted in his mind.

There is more to be known, settle quickly ladies and gentlethings.
Now is the time to address the issues that have come to rise.


He looked to those with enemies, bad blood, and vengeance in their eyes.

Too many Vampires run unchecked in our domain,
Too many disgrace the name of the Night,
Families broken, kin run rampant.
By the Blood Edict, this unruly nonsense must come to an end.
These Vampires must be quelled in their path to disgrace.


Casren then turned to face the warriors of the group.

Our army grows, our army dwindles, seeming to stay at stagnant size.
While their armour is strong, their spirit is weak.
Where their moves are superior, their mana is lacking.
Do you have motions to fix this, or has the army no more interest in asserting it's athourity?


Casren next addressed everyone, regathering the attention of the room,

Those of us who fare fine on blood,
Do you ever suffer agonizing thirst?
Those of us require heartier meals.
Do you find your gut aching in hunger?
Our current alliances provide us with a steady influx of sustenance, however if any measures could be taken to quell any cravings, please speak your piece.


He gave a slight bow before addressing the next lot of Lords and Royalty that had happened among them. Many influential families placed themselves in the trust of the Detente, which was a pleasurefor everyone.

Your Highnesses, Lordships, Ladies, and Lovelies,

Finally, Casren allowed a smile to slip through.
Families of old and new.
Are you thus far satisfied with the level of security associating with the Vankoryth Detente insures?
How are your lands, Is the Domain hospitable enough?


Looking finally to the oddballs, the outcasts, and the non-vampiric, Casren addressed the beloved remainer of the Detente.

Are you comfortable?
Are you equal?
Is there anything specific to your cause that has not been addressed as of yet?


He elevated his voice, with a closing statement.

All who wish to present an issue are encouraged to do so, by Nyarlathotep.
As many may have noticed, the sun does not shine through the clouds in the day, enough to harm us in our domain. Our nights are clear, our moons our bright, the darkness is on our side. If you have heard of The Crawling Chaos, keep hearing.


Casren nodded solumnly, taking his seat at the round table. He looked from his kin to his brethren, waiting for someone to speak.

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[color=maroon]This place was not somewhere Kaiser had ever expected to return. Months...no...it felt like years of an instinctual, permanently famished existence was not something he had ever hoped to recover from. Kaiser was never one for hope. His once fine clothes, white and red silk, tattered, shredded. His once groomed, crimson locks were dirty, matted, and clinging to his features like a drunk clings to his last drink. He did not walk tall. He did not walk with confidence.

No, even after regaining his mind, the blood fever sated, finally, he still carried himself with the air of a deranged, rabid animal. He could smell the 'Old Blood', even from the hallways, and his curse demanded that he drain them all. Of course, he knew that would be impossible. No matter how strong, he could not attack a coven of Elders and hope to survive...

Dusting himself off as best he could, which would yield little to no results in terms of cleanliness, Kaiser began to muster up as much courage and dignity as he could before entering the south hall, a familiar site, towards the meeting. This was the Detente, and despite everything, he was once a member. Guards would try to stop him, demanding clearance or identification. Who was this disheveled vampyre, who with no grace or respect walked their halls? They were silenced quickly. He had no need for them, nor would he ever. Even his own kind, if newborn or weak, were like paper to his now, almost comically long talons. Screams echoed like thunder through the halls. He made sure not to strike down a single one permanently. No, his 'leader' frowned on that sort of thing.

Only one thing mattered though, and that was that he spoke to Daemala, or Casren, though he much preferred the female. After all, she brought him into the circle originally, before the war with the Wolves. Before his disappearance.

More soldiers. More blood on the stone walls and carpet. Weapons cleaved, armor sundered, and before his eyes was the heavy wooden doors, so ominous and burdensome it was almost like

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Lazarus pushed open the door gently,slipping in and taking a stand in the area behind Daemala. She was his Sire after-all and he had no idea how thing's worked beyond the fact that he was basically her blood-line. His weapon twisted around his hand out of sheer habit and blood dripped from the grey bandages that now encased his human-like jaw. He simply brushed his long black hair away from his eye's and stalked toward's Kaiser. A small drop of the guard's blood outside upon his palm as he held it out infront of the vampire,He did not care for needless blood-shed.

However aside from that,he observed the large array of people present,He was new. Hungry and eager to get to some fighting. He had fed yes but his lust to SPILL blood had not been so sated. The silent and heavily armoured "Man". The aura that surrounded his form and his glowing orange eye's daring Kaiser to question this "Family" and this Organization's Strength again.

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Lazarus sat quietly upon one of the many unconcious guards by the door,in the entrance hall the endless dripping of blood could be heard. Drip drop, Drip drop. His weapon was attached to his arm and the gauntlet's were removed and half hanging out of a window, Long bone-like claw's had seemingly replaced his nails and blood was flowing down them slowly, A clawed laceration upon the guard below him. It was not his but, those who had not seen Kaiser's display would not know so. His glowing red eyes observed as many and then few left and entered the Meeting. There was some kind of emergency by the sounds of it, Good. He needed to spill some damn blood and Kaiser's fucking left-overs would not do although he expected His Sire would be on the verge of lecturing or hitting him at the moment but for now atleast she had simply left the meeting and said nothing whilst he had licked at his newly formed claws.

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Glancing up he would sigh annoyed before saying, "Well appears we got bigger concerns, but I refuse to drop this point of the Nation of Vankoryth. I shall send some men to scout the Scarlet Devil Mansion and see what took place." with that he would point to some men, then towards the door, "If you see anyone you don't know, question then shoot them. We cannot allow people to wander around here, and threaten us." with that he would place a hand on Ember shoulder, "But what does my daughter think of this entire idea, she is after all new to the fold and I do believe we should allow her to voice her thoughts."

Kaiser would only study the offending corpse, at first. He could smell the absolute hatred that wafted off almost every single soul in the room, all of it intended for him. The one who shouted of nations annoyed him. The patrons and elders
bothered him. They all probably thought that they were better off without a 'disease' like him. Those with Kaiser's particular curse were never well recieved by their own kind, mostly...out of fear. Lazarus had meant to either intimidate or
offend him, however, he would have to disappoint the bandaged buffoon. Swiping the hair out of his own eyes, the devourer of kin and onced fevered Kaiser set to work. "If you hadn't stood in my way, welp, you would've lived to slay another..."
he whispered to the deceased soldier...before ripping into him, claws and fangs ablaze, making quite the mess. Already soaked in the sanguine wine of life however, the sloppy feeding didn't really bother Kaiser, as much as it probably disturbed
the others

Ember looked around nervously at the carnage and looked up at Yves. "We're being attacked??"

Sighing he would nod, "Appears so, but Ember what is your thoughts on my plan, I may be only a General but I think we need to take a look at this group and realize we need leadership, we need action, a nation would prosper peace and 'special' cases..." he would pause, "Try anything Kaiser and you will die in this very room." with that he would cough but continue, "As mentioned 'special cases' even they shall feel welcome in this nation for who is it for us to decide what vampires should be part of a nation, they would of course be part of the Detente but it's time we saw the truth here ladies and gentlemen, we have the chance to set foundation for a nation that could outlast us, which is momentous and beautiful thing." turning he would draw his Desert Eagle and think a little, before going on, "But, first we will need to realize one fact here today. We are divided and facing wars on many fronts, WW1 and WW2 taught us, wars like this can't usually be won... But we are lucky in that we have everlasting members to make this possible. If we form a nation we will achieve the impossible, we will have mortals scared, but also cure them of their problems of Vampires within Wing City, thus having this nation and city we would actually appease those fools..."

"But... I digress, I am not happy with all who are here, but I will not start a fight and weaken bonds, this is moment of truth and if you are think for second we can last without some proper leadership, no offence to my lords..." he would bow respectfully, "I am just saying we have grown to capacity that makes this impossible, so here and now I say this. We will be a Nation and we will be safe haven for all who stand with us." taking Ember's shoulder he would carry on, "I am aware I am only a General and can never hope to be as powerful as any around here, but I do believe as someone who knows history, we need to act now, or face this group falling apart."

Indicating to Ember, he would whisper softly, "Okay daughter, you may speak now."

She pulled a lock of black hair behind an ear as she glanced around at the others, trying not to get all nervous and focused her words more to Yves. "I agree. Like you said we have reached capacity here, we either need to expand to other places or stop expanding all together, which isn't really an option. I think it is entirely plausible that we could one day have control of more than just Wing City and surrounding areas, maybe the world?" She looked down at her feet, fearing she may have said something wrong.

After his little snack, Kaiser would wipe the blood from his mouth, chew, and swallow. It felt good to be in civilized company once again. And to have his self control back, after months of succumbing to the Blood Fever. "Ahem...No need to such threats, man of war.
Its not as if I would try anything, at this junction, at least." A smile crept onto his features, sly and lewd, his eyes wondering over the 'young' woman who had just spoke. "You did well. I can smell your anxiety, girl. However, I have to agree. In all honesty, nothing could truly stop us, if we played our cards right, proper planning and all that."

The smile only grew, perverted thoughts racing through his mind, not only of her, but Daemala, and others of the fairer sex as well. It had been months since he had seen a pair of breast, or any sort of curve what-so-ever. "I still retain all my contacts, despite my disappearance. Before my arrival, I went to my office and called up all those at my disposal. I still have my fair share of allies at my disposal, and thus, our collective disposal. Smugglers, politicians, religious zealots, law enforc-" He paused, growling...

Scowling he would interrupt, "Religious zealots?! I would rather hang myself than deal with the dogma of Catholism and it's lie of Christianity... Although if what you say is true, then I have to ask, why would they consort with us, I know of few zealots in Wing City, one is known as Jean-Paul and he serves the Assassins, there also seems to be a girl known as Daria... They both make it clear they want us dead, so I have to ask what can we offer them and why do they wish to serve us? Surely they can't have all fallen that far?"

Kaiser would cough, an eye raised. "I do not speak of them. I don't even know of them. Nor do I speak of the so called Christ and his sheep. No, I speak of cults. The Order of Mysticism, for one. As for why they would follow us, its very simple. The three motivations of mortals. Money, power, and fear and/or love. Emotion. The Order, to say the least, praises all things immortal, has hundreds of clerics, coffers filled with gold since the dark ages, and historical secrets going back since before the Dark Ages. The companies and law men, its money and fear. Its all very simple, as long as you use the right words, when needed, and kill who needs to be killed, when needed." He would lick his lips, flipping his hair back, almost dramatically. "Some have a way with manipulation, and some do not."

Just then then one of the occupants of Scarlet Devil Mansion would look up, her eyes wide, "THAT'S WHO IT WAS, THAT'S WHO IT WAS, SHE CALLED HERSELF THE EMBODIMENT OF FEAR!"

Having been about to say more Yves would frown at this outburst.

Ember folded her arms across her chest and gave Kaiser a glare, but a small smirk as well.

Alucard folded his legs and sighed. He traced a gloved finger over the lip of his wine glass. The elder vampire grew bored with the proceedings. So far the only interesting things to have happened were the abrupt interruption of the Scarlet Devil girl, and Kaiser devouring the poor sap in the corner.

"I have always found cults to be quite amusing." he sneered. "Christianity, to me at least, is simply another cult that devours itself from the inside. It is consumed by hypocrisy and politics. Ripe for the picking I say!"

Merek groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew he should probably say something to bring order back to the meeting, but how long would it last? Three seconds? This was a chaotic lot. Why were they even bothering?

Lazarus had found his way back into the room,his claw's clicking together feverishly,he had seen Kaiser devour a corpse. The Chaos happening around him and heard all this talk of Cult's and Nations. He didn't entirely care,He was new and aside from that he was on the verge of going insane. It had been a week since he had killed something and the lack of spilled blood was driving his Theranen brain to the edge. The pad on his weapon fizzed to life as he lifted his arm up to show the other's

"Nation's will always rise and fall. All that changes is the blood that is spilled. I will be here to spill the blood, nothing more and nothing less. I care not for your squabbles or your ranking, I am a hunter not a politician." It would read,before fizzing out again and leaving him to stand there in silence,spinning his weapon endlessly after the message had been read, his red eye's even more blood-shot and flitting about the room.