The primal need to tear the blue-haired archmage before him was greater than the thirst he was feeling. The rattling of the chains as he pulled his chained wrists from it was not able to bury the incoherent snarls of the once proud and noble vampire lord.
Kneeling by his bedside and chained to the magic-laced cuffs, Levi Vlad Tepes could barely move upon being restrained by the spell of the archmage who was smirking before the seemingly mindless vampire lord.
Eyes as red as blood, his almost translucent skin was littered with bulging purple veins. Snarling and drooling at the archmage, his strength intensified. The very floor he was kneeling on started to crack with him as the epicenter of such destruction.
Snarl!
