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Armata’s eyes follow Praetor as the giant man marches up the stairs. The Vampire Lord stoically returns his gaze to the child’s remains. He lifts his bloodied finger to his tongue and licks. He remains silent for a moment and savors the taste.

“It is not Layoka. This child is of a different blood type.” Armata rises to his feet and continues up the stairs. Soon the group finds the end of the stairwell. A set of giant of wooden doors. Torches blaze on each side, and the door handle is the sculpture of a hellish beast’s head, with the knocker clenched tight in it’s teeth.

Armata pushes open the door, the group looks upon a throne room. The room is lined with pillars reminiscent to Armata’s old throne room. Upon the pillars are Humans and Higher Vampires strung up and displayed like fresh killed trophies. At the end of the room, is a monstrous looking Higher Vampire.



“Welcome. Anathema... and friends.”