Megera walks through the halls of the ancient tower, her refuge from the world a place that called to her the very night she became something new something ...evil. Evil, Trelic's words sting her. 'Am I evil?' ' No mistress, you are eternal you are the night.' The skeleton lord kneels low before his new lord. 'You have been gifted with immortality and the memories and knowledge of the Vampire lords before you.' 'Shut up just shut up!' Megera covers her ears and sits at a large stone desk covered in scrolls books and dust. 'The sooner you accept your fate Mistress the sooner the pain and hunger stops, recall the aftermath of your torture, remember the sated feeling of being full of blood.' the skeleton lord turn and leaves the room. Megera looks across the room at the young man the skeleton has left her. 'Yes, you I can feast on you were there that night and I need to eat.' The skeleton lord walks away from the door the screams of the young man echo through the halls of the tower. 'Welcome home my mistress.' He whispers to himself.
