He staggered back in panicked defeat, his eyes flashing crimson. With a cold, sinister smirk that lingered, he wiped the blood from his lips and suddenly burst into mad laughter, like a lunatic.
The chandeliers and wine glasses overhead trembled violently, on the verge of shattering.
The vampires watching him abruptly dropped to one knee in reverence, bowing their heads in unison. "My King!"
The entire bar seemed to transform into a medieval castle. His black coat swirled sharply as he exuded an overwhelming aura. He grabbed the cage containing the dead creature from the counter, lifted his head arrogantly, and strode toward the exit.
As he pulled open the door, he turned back with a sinister smile. His deep eyes narrowed slightly, a single blink accentuating the curve of his devilish lips. Beneath the butterfly-wing mask, he was so mysteriously seductive the world seemed to flip in an instant.
"Kaliya, you will return to me!"
