The Word of the King

Lenora, the last surviving vampire of the northern lands, walked towards Mephiles as he sat down to make himself ready. It was obvious that to rule the world, he needs serious backup from those whom he can trust. He took a whole year to summon such generals to stay by his side and defend the earth from his opponents. But they would have to earn his trust and respect if they want to walk away alive. Lenora stands beside him and becomes curious at what Mephiles is thinking about as the afternoon sun shines above the castle.

"Your generals await your word, Mephiles. Best not to keep them waiting," Lenora said.

"They should not worry. I'll go to them as soon as I relieve myself. Then again, you could entertain them as you do with other strangers," Mephiles said.

"Entertain the guests, again? I know only one thing to keep them entertained and that's just to stare at all of your paintings. You can tell a story through a painting, right?" She asked.