Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!

*Empyr sits with his entourage around a fire pit. There is the body of a free-range human. It is well season, making it frangrant, and succulent. Fat drips into the coals and spits. The vampires chatter amongst themselves, drinking the human's blood.*

*Empyr spends the day reading. Experiments are still being conducted under his supervision, but none of the court have volunteered their children. He experiments on the parents who lost their children instead.*

Your words mean nothing.

Pathetic. The Winter Court is all hollow words and empty threats. They are undone by a truly powerful beings presence.

Be careful, any more empty threats like that and you may lose yours. x.com/verglastouch/s…

Prepare the troops. And my armour. I will be ready for these creatures when they arrive.

*He is out in his armour almost right away. He keeps the Sceptre of the First in his hand, topped with some of the last of the dragon's blood. It would stave off her attacks.*

We shall expunge their filth from this world, and savour in their screams.

Come then, foul ones. Let us see you test your mettle.

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