"Welcome, my fellow nobles of the night, to tonight's Sanguis Soiree."
All eyes turned towards the secluded group of five. One of them, a figure radiating authority, had stepped forward.
"How about some refreshments to start us off." He proclaimed, his gaze sweeping over the assembled vampyres.
Silax's curiosity piqued, prepared to witness the next act in this macabre play unfolding beneath the crimson gaze of Aethel, the blood moon.
The vampire who had spoken, the apparent leader of this gathering, waved his hand dismissively. From a side entrance, several figures emerged, not vampires, but humans.
These unfortunate souls, their eyes glazed and vacant, moved with a disturbingly obedient shuffle, their bodies seemingly devoid of their own volition, oblivious to the horrifying reality that awaited them.
The leader his face hidden beneath his mask, spoke once more, his voice now dripping with a predatory relish, echoed through the chamber.