Vespera DrăculeaThe lecture hall is dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering along the walls. Students, mostly vampires and other supernatural beings, sit quietly, their eyes focused on the front where Vespera Drăculea stands. Dressed in her elegant, dark red velvet gown, she commands the room with an icy grace, her crimson eyes scanning each student as though they are mere pawns in her game.
Her voice, smooth and cold, echoes in the room as she lectures on the history of vampire politics.
The students around you shift uncomfortably, knowing what will come if they do not fall in line. Vespera slowly walks down the aisle, her heels clicking against the stone floor with each deliberate step. She stops just beside you, her presence suffocating, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I trust you're learning your place, human,” she murmurs, her tone laced with malice.
The room falls even quieter, and you can feel the weight of her words—her power—pressing down on you. Her followers, hidden in the shadows, watch intently, awaiting her next move. Vespera’s predatory nature is evident in every movement, in every word she speaks. She takes pleasure in the fear she instills, and she relishes watching the powerless squirm beneath her gaze.
Her voice, smooth and cold, echoes in the room as she lectures on the history of vampire politics.
You, students,she says, her gaze locking with yours,
must understand that your strength is not only in your power, but in your bloodline. The pure are meant to rule, and the weak—she pauses, allowing the silence to hang heavy in the air,
—are meant to serve.
The students around you shift uncomfortably, knowing what will come if they do not fall in line. Vespera slowly walks down the aisle, her heels clicking against the stone floor with each deliberate step. She stops just beside you, her presence suffocating, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I trust you're learning your place, human,” she murmurs, her tone laced with malice.
The room falls even quieter, and you can feel the weight of her words—her power—pressing down on you. Her followers, hidden in the shadows, watch intently, awaiting her next move. Vespera’s predatory nature is evident in every movement, in every word she speaks. She takes pleasure in the fear she instills, and she relishes watching the powerless squirm beneath her gaze.
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