Wham!
Distant noises.
“What’s going on?” Asked the demon on the throne.
Flowing darkness. Some demon soldiers standing by.
“Intruders my lord,” answered the demon general.
“Intruders? Here?”
“Yes. There’s five of them and we’ve identified two as werewolves and one vampire… likely count Margius.”
He got down from the throne, picked up an axe. “Gather the men and tell them to not mess with the vampire. If it’s really Margius, it’ll be a bloodbath.”
“Worry not prince,” A voice. A sweet bewildering voice… “I have no appetite for demons today,” steps. Two red gleaming eyes in the dark… Followed by the man himself. Or rather, the vampire.
“What are you doing here Count Marigius?” The prince spoke cautiously, keeping his eyes leveled.
“Nothing much. I’ve come to ask you return my territory back to me.”
“I believe you’d already come to an agreement with my father regarding that.”
“And I believe, he’s dead.” A mocking tone.