What disease ridden rat hole had she drug herself to this time? Oh yes. Aldenville. A typical pile of shit, digging itself deeper and deeper into a disgusting state of disillusion all because a few sinners found it in their minds to believe that they- of all people- had power. Power? Real power was something these insects would never see- much less taste. They lacked the desire, the drive. The humanity.
Below her, three such insects chased their prey. She watched with all the childlike illusion she was able to cast, bright, unnatural eyes intent onto the the males and the single female. Hunting in a team... how convient. A few moments passed as they chased the woman. Eventually, the chase ended, and she neared the edge of the building she perched on.
"please... god. I don't want to die, I'll give you anything-" The female pleaded, as the vampires grinned, mocking the woman terrible ferocity- without even a word. Instead, they moved forward, backing the woman into a wall.
Without so much a whisper of sound, Adelae dropped from the roof, silently moving for the vampires with every bit of unnatural grace that she'd picked up through centuries. "Hello, fiends." She spoke simply, delicately- voice every bit of deception and grace that she embodied. "Have you prepared for death?"
"Are you fucking nuts? Who are you? Do you know who we work for?" At this she laughed quietly, somehow managing to be so much more mocking even in the silence. The woman, now forgotten, ran for her life. She escaped, and Adelae smiled.
"Of course I know, silly fiend. Why else would I be here?" She held up a hand, silently, as if to offer peace. They stepped forwards, and without even so much as a blink, her wrist flicked, releasing a sudden entourage of tiny, shinning daggers towards the shocked young vampires. In that moment of distraction, she sprung at them with movements too fast for even them to see.
In the next moment, the resounding sound of necks breaking echoed dully into the abandoned alley. Finally, without a single hint of ritual or concern for propriety, she drained them- drinking her own fill before leaving them to drain- but not before catching a fair bit into 4 small containers. In the darkness, the sight would've been strange.
A tiny, diminutive looking young woman, gleaming red in the moonlight over three very re-dead men. A cannibal? Quite. But the bastards of the night deserved it. Slowly, quietly- once she was certain they were all drained, she drug each body away into the night, hardly lost in concern for the way it looked.
At first, she'd been unsure what to do with the bodies. She knew who they worked for- Gabriel King. She also knew how he felt about his lowly subjects (or whatever the hell he wanted to refer to them as) especially if those lowly subjects happened to make a huge stinking mess of his front door. The first she left at where he stayed- His home, a note in hand that read (in what appeared to be blood) "In the darkness comes" The second was disposed of on top of his favorite car, sprawled out over the hood without a single hint of concern for the dead. His note read, quite simply, "the twilight of your age"
The third- and seemingly higher ranking than the other two, was strangely enough, inside the car, sitting as if he'd been driving. In his hand a tiny little letter in hand that simply read
"And the death of your Succession."
Adelae's message was delievered. Her war had begun.