The attack on Lord Grave shook the entire vampyrial order.
Noctavion's bold move set the course of vengeance. He was brought before the council to answer for his sins. He exposed more than just his need to advance his greed above The Hand of Ambrogio. Proving just how dangerous he indeed was against every lord and noble present.
And when all was done, when the slaughter diminished, and the castle of Valemorte Malkavia found silence and death, Persephone—her guardian Seff standing watch over her—mourned over her father.
Her weeping was cut in a snap as Lord Grave reached for the bolt between his eyes. Yanking it from his skull.
Persephone jumped as her father returned from the dead. Seff watched as the bolt's white banewood tip did nothing to wither him. The hole in Grave's forehead closed up. No scar in sight. The lord of lords examined the bolt's intricate shaft and tip. A cruel, forbidding scowl pierced the black that shadowed part of his face by the hood he wore.