"They'll all get a notice that they will have to meet you, do not worry. Simply meet them in the courtyard, by the statue. You are dismissed, my disciple. " He gave her a wide smile and gave her a dismissive gesture. After Pylia left, he glanced out of his door to see Lucilia.
"Ah, the Vampire. Come in, Lucilia."
"Finally, I believe I have enough runts to begin a proper invasion, think you not, Gash?" Kudd-Gro'Feesah said as he spit a wad of tobacco out of his mouth, onto the cave floor. He now sat in a freshly-made chair of human bones, so freshly made that some of the skulls and ribs were pink and smelled of iron. Next to him stood Gash, still dressed in his robes and hunched over, and on Kudd's other side stood a man.
This man was no demon, simply the way he held himself would tell anyone that. He had a haughty arrogance to his pose. Back straight, nose up, eyes peering down upon everyone else as if they were less than himself. Otherwise, one might mistake him for a demon. His face was horribly scarred, with what seemed burns, and he didn't have an inch of hair on his head, or face. He had no ears, and barely had a nose, and no trace of lips could be seen. But set in the nearly featureless, mangled face was a pair of bright blue eyes; eyes which burned with visible hatred, even if his face didn't betray it. He wore the garb of Djarken royalty; a deep, Blood-red tunic, embroidered with black and a touch of gold, and had all sorts of straps and tassels hanging from it. The cloak, though, was the most identifying of his clothes. It bore Sanguine's symbol; a drop of blood on a black background, which was surrounded by six skulls. This cloak identified him as the sixth son of the Djarken King. He was the sixth son; the youngest even-numbered son in the family, as was customary, he was to rule after his father.
"Of coursssse... Lord..."
Kudd smiled and looked over to Garran Sanguine, who returned the gaze.
"The town is ready, Lord. It has no protection against your legion; they are livestock for the slaughter. I've ordered all guardsmen and Bloodbound out of the stead."
"As was expected from you, Garran, you have exceeded what you were asked to do. You'll be fixed in no time, if you keep up the good work."
Garran just grimaced and looked away, as a tear slid down his burnt face.