The 33 ancient vampire leaders stepped through the portal and into a winter wonderland. Snowflakes swirled around them, dancing in the flickering light of the aurora borealis. It was currently nighttime. The air was crisp and cold, filled with the scent of ice and snow.
"By the damned," Kael breathed, his eyes wide with wonder. "How long has it been."
King Vladimire smiled, his fangs gleaming in the dim light. "I promised you all a new world, And here it is."
The vampires laughed and embraced, their joy and excitement palpable. They had never thought they would experience such freedom again.
As they celebrated, King Vladimire's expression turned serious. "We must establish a stronghold here. A place to call our own, where we can rule without fear of persecution."
Ashkat, a female vampire leader, stepped forward. "I will oversee the construction, sire. We will build a fortress worthy of our king."
Morgan, another ancient vampire, nodded in agreement. "I will remain here with Morgan, sire. We will ensure that our new home is secure"
"Vladimire's gaze swept across the snowy landscape, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Very well Morgan, Ashkat, you will oversee the construction of our stronghold. Kael, I task you with scouting the surrounding lands, gathering intelligence on any potential threats."
Kael nodded, his expression serious. "As you command, sire."
The other thirty vampires bowed, their faces set with determination. "We will return to Tenebrous, sire, and send back those who will assist in the building of our new home."
King Vladimire nodded, his smile growing wider. "I expect nothing but excellence from all of you. Let us build an empire that will be remembered for eternity."
Morgan and Ashkat began discussing the stronghold's design, their voices filled with excitement. Kael vanished into the snowy landscape, his presence seemingly erased. The other thirty vampires stepped back through the portal, leaving King Vladimire alone his eyes full of thought and insight.
And so, the foundation of their new home was laid, its future shrouded in mystery and power.
After some time Vladimire stepped back through the portal, leaving the snowy landscape behind. As he emerged on the other side, he was met with 12 other vampire leaders, who remained seated in the grand throne room. The room was vast, there were different types of chandeliers on the ceiling so high that an airplane could fit inside with room to spare. The portal was located behind the throne, a shimmering archway of light that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
The vampire leaders were deep in discussion, their voices hushed and urgent. They sat in a semicircle, their chairs arranged around a large, ornate table. The luxurious table was littered with maps, scrolls of old landscape of earth which they had there were also strange artifacts that glowed with an eerie light.
King Vladimire said, his voice commanding attention. "We have no time to waste. Hasten your plans."
The vampire leaders all stood with respect as they nodded in unison, their eyes gleaming with determination. Before they could respond, a commotion at the entrance of the throne room caught their attention.
Morgan and Ashkat's subordinates, along with a few others, arrived in a flurry of activity. There were approximately 2000 in total, all gathered to assist with the construction and preparation of their new home. They all stood at the entrance of the throne room, .
"Long live the king!" someone shouted from the crowd, his voice echoing off the hallway walls.
The guards at the entrance, stationed at the large door that stood at least 20 feet tall and 15 feet wide, parted to let them through. their footsteps echoing off the walls as they moved. The room was so large that the vampires appeared as a sea of faces, stretching across the vast expanse of the glass-like marble floor.
As they bowed after seeing the king, the guard at the right side of the door shouted, "All hail the king!"
They all repeated the phrase in unison, their voices thundering through the room. "All hail the king!"
King Vladimire sat down on his throne, his movements fluid and majestic. He rested his head on his right hand, his eyes fixed on the vampires before him. With a flick of his left hand, the portal expanded, its shimmering archway growing larger to accommodate the numbers.
"Go on," he said, his voice low and commanding.
The vampires nodded, and began to file through the portal, their numbers dwindling as they disappeared into the unknown. King Vladimire watched them go, his expression unreadable, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity."