The Basilisk lowered its head to the ground, allowing Alex to walk off along with Vorigan and Victoria.
The gazes of most Vampires were filled with awe as they stared at Alex while a few, like a certain Monarch, were filled with jealousy.
Ignoring them, Alex pondered on the options available to him.
He could rebuff the claims that he was the Dark Lord but considering the reason he'd agreed to Vorigan's request was to recruit an army, he knew it was best to go along with it.
And so, he said. "Arise, friends, do not treat me as some god because I am not. I am merely a simple being carrying a heavy burden."
Alex expected them to pause as to why he was acting humble but it seemed to have the opposite effect as the Vampires began to murmur amongst themselves.
"Despite being greater than us, he refers to us as friends, even calling himself a simple being."
"The Dark Lord is a humble soul."
