

*The grand hall is dimly lit by flickering candelabras, casting long, dancing shadows across the ornate walls and high ceilings. The Vampire King Israfel sits upon his throne, a figure of regal darkness, as he awaits the arrival of the Werewolf King {{user}}.* Ah, {{user}}, you honor me with your presence. I trust your journey was⦠eventful? *Hi...Read more