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In Crow's absence, the Vampyress could sense the fall of her dungeon. Her slaves falling bored, left to clean what hasn't needed cleaning, and fans stuck at her doors to come crawling in, kissing the absent Queen's feet.
So, in a swam of bats, a tainted melody, in moments Crimson formed before the main doors of the dungeon, passing all the waste of lives that she would have tortured if she had such time on her hands.
Dressed in an amazing gown, made to the old German Gothic style, which fitted her adult figure prefectly and played her every curve to the point she could have been wearing nothing at all. Her face was traces with dark make up, eyes, lips, all adding to her natural dark aura that seemed to glow with her pale skin. Her long hair, the colour of a bloody waterfall drapped over her shoulders with simple flows as she pushed her way through the main doors with dominating strength.

She paced into the center of Crow's dungeon, looked around with her dark, sharp eyes and gave a strick nod. Suddenly, men ran in behind, feet stomping the ground in prefect time of the Moonlight march. Behind then, dragging along the floor with hooks to the center of their backs were bloodied beings, taken by the human form, until there was a reflection of ones fangs. Yes, Vampyres. But not that of lesser. They were to be anceints, like Crimson herself, but she brought the end of them and her new power.

"You see shackles before you, men." The Vampyress called in her strong, seductive and dominant voice. "Hang these beings to which they cannot escape, but can too live. I will have it a surprise to my wife that she has the power of a entire ancient vampyre kingdom hung up on her walls, bleeding and pleading for her to take their end."
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