Dacal Grimcrypt was sitting on the outskirts of the town, in the graveyard. He surveyed the place. It was full of peace, tranquility, and death. Had not his lord told him not to continue to bring the tranquility of death to his enemies, this town would have become a place of tranquility and free of sickness. Instead the plague of life was still rampant here. Perhaps after 'The Hearts of Fire' had been once again sent back to the hell from whence they came, his lord would send forth his armies back into the fray of battle against the living who clung to the disease with unbridled strength. But now was not the time for think of what may become of after the war. Now was the time for action of the present issue.

Before he left the Unholy Kingdoms and his knights in the Vampire Guard, the royal guard for the Vampire King, he made a small trip to the Library and to the elders of the Others to see what they knew. He learned very little, despite the large amount of knowledge in the library and the specific clues given by the elders, there was still no known sure kill way to kill them. But he knew that without his steel armor, one of their flaming swords would cut him into pieces, and the chance of his death would be very high.

The horn sounded, and he answered the call. It was time for the meeting. He left the graveyard and moved forth through the town. The area around him began to fill with snow and darken slightly. As he moved through the crowds of people, the mortals parted making plenty of room for him to move through. As he approached the area where the heroes of this age were meeting, he moved towards the receptionist.

"Your name sir" the man asked him.
"Dacal Grimcrypt" His voice echoing with the cracking of ice.
"You.... yes on the list, but you.... we were sure you wouldn't meet here" the man moved back several feet, as snow began to descend upon him and the faint darkness surrounded the meeting area. "Yes go in".

Dacal moved in, not surprised at all of the human's apparent fear. These humans feared death more than they loved life. He moved forth eying each of the heroes of this age. He paused and sat down in a cold iron chair.

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Credit to Valentine for sig