Zillion Nomad sat in the wooden throne that once belonged to Queen Anastasia, frowning and shifting his weight, unable to feel comfortable in such a plain seat. The vampett laying her head and chest across his lap looked up at him, amusement dancing in her blood red eyes as always. She was the vampire he had taken as his own, a terrifying vampett named Chanell Nomad, and when she saw that he was done moving she closed her eyes again, enjoying the warmth of his legs. She had long blond hair and a single scar on her cheek, but she had always been perfect in his mind, and the dark elf that gave her that scar was no longer in this world.
He looked down from this pathetic throne, seeing a single vampire standing before him. The vampire had long hair, most of it slicked back, with a small goatee sprouting from his chin, his eyes a crimson red. This was the general of his elite forces, and the vampire bowed his head, one of the few vampires that did not need to salute Zillion.
"Jason Benson, I assume you have news of the elven princess for me?"
Jason lifted his head, wearing that sly smile he always wore. Not only was Jason a powerful elder vampire, one of the first, he was also very intelligent, good at manipulating and deceiving others. While Zillion considered him one of his closest allies, he made sure to be wary around the vamp, as Jason was one of the few vampires that would be capable of taking his position away from him if he were to try.
"Yes, my lord. The group of hunters, led by Mulligan, ambushed the elf and her allies. But, as I thought, he was the wrong vampire to send; instead of attacking the moment he had the advantage, he decided to waste time gloating, and ended up being quite literally ripped in two by the vampire Drake."
Zillion frowned, his anger beginning to rise as his brow furrowed. Chanell, seeming to always sense his change in mood, lifted her head and locked her eyes onto Jason, the vampire appearing uneasy by her gaze.
"That is a mistake on your part; our lord told you to take care of it, and you gave your word that you would. What game are you playing now, Jason? You have the entire elite forces at your disposal, as well as the Night Stalkers, and you failed to kill them?"
Zillion calmed himself, gently stroking Chanell's hair as he waited for Jason to respond. The vampire bowed his head again, but that sly smile never left his lips, and Zillion knew that the vamp had something else in mind.
"I apologize, my lord and lady. I am testing a new ability among my personal guard, and I wanted to see how it worked with such a great distance between the target and the vampire using the ability. I had hoped that Mulligan would at least kill a few of them, so that I could have my new toy hunt down the rest, but I was mistaken; one should not expect a fool to be anything other than a fool, after all."
His words were easy on the ears, laced with honey and sugar. He had always been smooth talker, but Zillion was not one to be moved by words, and neither was his vampett as she looked at him again, her gaze a deadly one that could actually kill if she wished it to.
"I remember, the archer, Sarah. You said she attempted to desert after we took the city of Silvith, and that you had taken care of it. Well, now that you have gotten the results you wanted, what will you do now?"
Zillion watched as Jason's smile spread, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"I will have Sarah follow them. I have a good idea of where they are going, and if I am correct, I have a spy already stationed there. Once I confirm their destination, I will send the three young Night Stalkers there, give them a chance to prove themselves. Things will be...tedious as long as my son is in the way, so I need to separate him from the elf before I can have her killed."
Zillion raised an eyebrow, still surprised by Jack's desertion. "Your son is protecting her? I thought you had broken him, and turned him into nothing but a weapon?"
For the first time, Jason's calm facade broke for a second, a flash of extreme anger and envy showing in his eyes before he went back to normal, and one would have missed it if they blinked at the wrong time.
"I did. He had grown attached to his useless family, so I had them killed while he was deployed. Then, when he confronted me, I made sure he knew that it was me that did it. I could almost hear his mind snap, lashing out in anger and hate at me, only to be stopped and restrained. I kept a close eye on him since then, and until recently, it had worked exactly like I wished it to; he only cared for the next kill, needing something to unleash his anger and hate upon, and was even beginning to push his bothersome friends away..."
Jason paused, seeming troubled as he continued.
"But the royal lineage of the elves has that magic, that power that is still unable to be explained. I fear the princess of the elves did something to fix his mind, and he is no longer a mindless weapon. He is my son, and I know him well; he is much easier to control, and much less dangerous to us, when he is not using his head. Like he is now, he is a threat; but I will get rid of this elf and get him back under my control. I refuse to let that little bitch take my ultimate weapon from me, and she will die a slow and painful death for the attempt."
Zillion nodded, knowing how serious the vampire was; while Jason considered any other vampire a toy to be played with, his son was a weapon of his creation, made to be used against his enemies. The vampire had spent a lot of time molding his son's mind, and Zillion could understand his anger, although he would never understand why Jason's mind worked the way it did.
"I leave it to you, Jason Benson. You are my most trusted general, and I expect nothing but perfect results in the end."
Jason bowed again, turning and taking his leave. Zillion closed his eyes, losing himself to his thoughts as he continued to stroke Chanell's hair. The magic of the elven queen and princess was the last threat to him, and he would stop at nothing to eliminate that threat. Once it was gone, there was nothing to stop him from taking the rest of the land for his own, and he looked forward to subduing the humans and making them the cattle that they deserved to be. That way, there would be no shortage of blood for his nation for a long time, and he could turn his attention to the lands across the sea, wondering what other unique bloods he would get to taste. He smirked to himself, proud of what he had achieved. He would keep his promise to their creator, and put the entire world under vampire control.