☦ 3 The Last Empire

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[The pod hisses in static first, then the vampire's low voice thrums through the feed, surrounded by silk, satin and darkness....]

Little yummydarkness, hearken unto my voice. I have swift need of thee. Ride upon night and have it bear thee to my feet.

Come...come...come...

[A long, tired sigh and the transmission softly ends.]