You see, mortals despite their curiosities are little more than leaves holding onto branches in the midst of a storm. As you mature you will realise in time that the only kinship a vampire can truly feel is that which is shared with other members of the occult. The peasantry of this nation have never known sustenance. “But he didn’t need to die?” Mallobaude interjected. What is the value of a peasant, a convicted thief no less, compared to all that glory?” Bastonne is ours, Mousillon rises once more and I am so proud of you… you, my heir, my son. Alas, it seems like any vexed princeling you were more concerned with your own vengeance than the sacrifices you would have to make along the way. “When first we met I told you that you would be heralded for serving my court but I also warned you of the dangers involved in siding with me. “But I… he was my…” Mallobaude began before being cut off anew. A shame really, he could have made a useful wight if it weren’t for your indulgence, now he will added to our thralls as a mere zombie instead.” Merovech pointed out. Yes, I gave you my kiss to grant you your powers but beyond that it was your feral mind that took hold from there. It was you who sank your fangs into him just as it was you who used your strength to sever his arteries from the rest of his still-beating heart.
Mallobaude looked up at Merovech and asked “What did you do?” What a stunning conclusion to your short existence as a mortal.” Duke Merovech spoke as he stood from Duke Bohemond’s throne. Overwrought by grief yet unable to cry due to his recent transformation, Mallobaude hunched over the corpse begging Ennar to somehow wake up when behind him he heard a voice. A man destroyed by Mallobaude’s animalistic urges. These were the remnants of his friend, Ennar, the man who gave him a chance. His fangs and nails were covered in blood just as all around him were chunks of flesh, muscle and bone strewn across the floor. Those were the words that echoed through the halls of Bastonne as the now undead Mallobaude’s bloodhaze lifted and he came to realise what he had done. “Long may the Prince of Mousillon reign!”
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