-Mefistofel!-
Mefistofel falls on his knees, bringing his hands to his chest, as trying to stop something trying to tear his heart out of his chest. He's gasping for air.
"Master!"
Mefistofel struggles but manages to get on his feet. He looks at his brothers. They know what happened. They feel the change in the world has started.
The ground is trembling.
The War has begun.
Remembering what he's left, he looks at his brothers. They know what to do.
-We will come back!
Ariel is on the floor, with her hand on her breast, trying hard to breathe.
For a second she had seen Celandra begging for help, fading to darkness.
Fire eyes are looking at her with a fearsome laugh.
There is changing in the world.
Something is about to happen.
Something is bringing the world to an end.
The king is taken into the jails in the basements of the castle, his wrists chained on the floor.
Other vampires are in the adjacent cells. They can break those bars without struggle, but they do not fight without reason.
-Look at that! Somebody just came to visit us! How does it feel behind bars?-
-Don't even dare to approach monsters. I am still your king.-
-Sorry. We have only one king. Master Feldor is our king. We only answer to him.-
-Well. It shall give pleasure to me telling you that he's dead. I killed your king, with my hands. His blood on my hands proves it. I have freed this world from his presence!-
-We know what you've done. You fool humans! You don't think we know? Our hearing goes miles away. We can see where your human eyes do not see. We know what you did! You destroyed this world!
You don't know what you have done! You have no idea what you have spread. You have condemned the world to its ruin! The final destruction of the world shall come! And no one shall survive!-
-You don't scare me, vile monster.-
-Our Master represents the Balance of Light. You killed him. You destroyed the whole balance of everything. The world is about to end. You have done all this! We shall avenge the Master. Prepare yourself, human. You are about to taste the bite of death.-
-I have already drunk his blood. His death is my power! His Power saved me. I am immortal, I do not fear you. Look at me! He bit me and I still live!-
-Power has not embraced you. It has condemned you. Don't you feel it? Feel the warmth leaving your body. You feel cold, you feel thirsty, there's no sound coming from your chest.-
They have now broken the bars of their cells and broken into his.
They're getting close to him. He's surrounded.
Fury is in their eyes.
No time for Articus to react. All of them attack his body at once, holding him to the ground, drinking his blood flowing from his wounds, staining their clothes, washing the ground with his blood, quenching their thirst.
The only thing left is his wretched body on the ground. And the sound of their growls.
His blood stains what once was a royal robe, his contorted face dirty with the folly of his cold stone heart.
-He doesn't deserve it. He should suffer and die.-
-And he will suffer and die. But he shall not have death which brings Peace.
He shall be outcast from both human and vampire races.
Loneliness and despair shall kill him. His only companion will be his regret.-
-What do we do now?-
-We grieve for our Master. Still we remember him and revenge him. We will keep his memory alive. Articus has spread a war. We will bring this world back to his splendour. The right king will come on the throne. Tomorrow we shall speak with Lucius. We need to find allies. We have a lot of work to do. The paradox will soon take place. We shall fight as long as Mefistofel is not back. In his behalf.-
