The night of the banquet arrived and for the first time in centuries, Cains palace came alive again.
Dozens of crystal chandeliers floated overhead, scattering fractured light across the high-vaulted ceilings.
Vampires filled the grand ballroom, their silken robes whispering as they passed, their pale skin glowing faintly beneath the enchanted lights.
Fu Ling stood just inside the threshold, as his gaze swept across the crowd.
He knew exactly how these creatures thought, how they whispered behind crystal goblets and smiled with hidden daggers. Humans, even as undead creatures were two-faced.
Cain, as the host, stood at the center of it all.
He was dressed in deep black, the fabric catching light like liquid shadow, his crimson eyes glowing faintly beneath the halo of chandeliers. He spoke little, but when he did, the vampires around him leaned in as though his words were law.
