The Tribunals

.. The Mutilator's basement. ..

BANG!

A pressure so high that it made everyone in the hall fall on their knees suddenly emanated.

The hind legged creatures bowed their bat like heads as they all chorused. "Lord."

The Mutilator's desperation suddenly turns to perplexity. He felt lost. He felt sour all over. He felt like his life has ended.

"My Lord." His voice was like that of a half dead person as he went on his knees.

Candles lit the more in the basement and illuminated the space.

An average looking manly figure under a dark cloak stalked The Mutilator. Cold bodies under cloak flanked and trailed him.

Among the bodies, one that led the others, had a staff in his completely covered left hand. On the top of the staff was the wooden three eyed bat with it's wings spread wide.

A three eyed bat with spread wings. The trademark of one of the Primordial Vampires. The Tribunals. One of the clan of vampires that has existed for thousands of years, before every other vampires, before humans ex
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