Traitor child,

You are in no position to speak of the Queen. You sat in her presence,
trembled before her, unable to make coherent decisions. Only now, while
not trembling like a weeping child will you speak in such a manner.

I have no desire to return to a city full of traitors to her will. Those
who reside in Bloodloch now represent the masses of the Consanguine
whose blood runs thin. It is we who reside in the Keep of Belladona who
are the purists, we are loyal to her, and our blood runs true.

Mortals are nothing, they are beneath us, except for the chosen few
which are selected to join us. To constantly mingle with them, is as if
they were to mingle with the swine. Those of the blood are above them,
we are a step along the evolutionary ladder. They are the food, we are
the evolved species.

It is not the mingling of blood which gives the gift to the mortals, it
is the infusion of our blood which makes this possible. Their weak blood
is destroyed as the mighty blood of the vampire consumes it, growing
within and subduing the host body to its will. In the end, it is only
the blood of the master that resides, the blood of Queen Belladona.

The blood of mortals, while quite tasty, is only good for that one
purpose, sustenance.

Emperor Abhorash Nehekhara

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Chakros, in the year 67 MA.