Duke August stood in the towering iron walls of the capital, gazing at the descent of what he could only consider a goddess incarnate. She was beautiful, her body sculpted by the heavens and the earth.
Strands of her pitch-black hair danced with the cold breeze as her empty and calm gaze fell upon the mortals beneath the parting skies.
Her words were a decree upon reality, and the covenant was taking its effect. Every second, ten vampires succumb to death.
What were supposed to be immortal beings, untouched by time, felt death creeping closer for the first time. It wasn't in the hands of their greatest enemies, but reality setting in upon them.
Duke August glanced at the capital and felt a brilliant flash from behind. A thunderous blast followed as he covered his eyes from the blinding light with his arms.
"What the-" The looming tower of the Gothic castle collapsed, descending upon the throne hall like the divine hammer of the gods. In mere moments, chaos pervaded the capital.
