War-Bloodied Claws

This is the Sequel to Poisonous Fangs; please read this story first, or the tale here may not make any sense at all in intervals!

Hadrian has set the bar for the War of Blood and Thunder in the Wizard World and the Rebellion that the Necromancers were waging to his people for his former heritage. He has all the cards lined up and ready to be used as he wants...he only needs time to execute his plans.

His courtesans danced with him dangerously as they all smiled with bright eyes and beamed amid the Villa and the Underground Palace as the Jewels of the Royal Court of Courtesans. They wove webs of words, soft lies, and they sowed unseeable death. They saw and heard all; defended Hadrian with their whole lives on the line. Which meant, so too does Hadrian see and hear, the King of the Sanguine Night who now sits on the Throne of Liquid Blood with an iron fist and a cunning smile amid his devilish looks.

The lands of the Poisoned Fangs clan are under siege; yet now, one would never know that unless the armies of his enemies marched directly to his door; which they wouldn't do. Not after the brazen attack that took so many last year. The court and the nobility lounged in a wealth of blood, food, and wine as they partied and talked business while the common people were now more free to continue daily lives as wished.

But the game was going to soon become deadly.

Hadrian had mocked the Rebellion by showing this; he wanted to enrage them. To show he wasn't scared of them. To prove that he and his clan would fight for their survival; down to the last bloody claw, if needs must...