"This here is my little fort, where I was originally planning of settling down upon our victory against the living, growing blood fruits for all my fellow vampires to enjoy and feast upon, since blood would eventually become a rare resource when all life was eradicated, or so some believed, as such, I went ahead and came up with this way of growing blood endlessly, quite handy, plant these everywhere and you're laughing" Dracula and Loimos stood on the highest balcony of this unnamed castle, the gravelord seemingly content with acting as a tour guide.
Pointing at specific corpses turned trees, telling the skeleton about the particular history of the more interesting ones.
"You know, making something into a vampire can prove a fair bit difficult for the majority of us, even gravelords, the stronger the being, the harder it is if they are not willing, and they rarely are in spite of the many advantages, all afraid of a little bit of biting and scratching…"