Chapter 374 (1/2)
The wizarding world was all abuzz regarding the news well into evening discussing the future ramifications of said changes in the law, reforms, and amendments. They were not the only ones as even goblins were considering whether it would be prudent or possible to hire muquibs and squibs now?
Financially wise, they had been looking for suitable muggle partners to which work within the muggle economy but hadn't found anyone trustworthy. Muquibs had very good reasons for distrusting of wizards and naturally would make excellent partners as they were natives to the muggle world and would provide the perfect front. And if Muquibs were willing to work with squibs, the goblins would greatly be able to increase their financial portfolios. It was a win-win situation for them all.
Elsewhere in Great Britain to the dark shadows of woods still untouched, a gothic styled citadel lays directly in the middle of the woods sticking out like a sore thumb. The gothic-styled palace is large, elegant, and incredibly lavish, it was heavily fortified. It had been built to remain hidden in the world by sorcery from humans and wizards alike. And so, it had remained for hundreds of years.
The area was covered by a dense cloud cover as various fancy carriages pulled by winged steeds flew through the air. However, the instant the sun fully went down beyond the dark horizon, dozens of bats could be seen flying through the air towards the castle in the woods. Down below, the lesser vampire's hired as servants in dark livery wait for the higher-ranked vampire to arrive.
One by one, bats land on the ground to transform into pale, gaunt dark-haired men and women. There are a few exceptions, but very few of those arriving possess lighter colored hair. All those arriving are mid-rank vampires of better pedigrees thanks to their blood sires. Finally, the last of these vampires enter, before the flying carriages pull forth and land on the long gravel road.
The large winged horses are mostly black as they snort and their red eyes glow in the night. The trained carriage drivers, all low-ranked vampires carefully drive the carriages forth for they each carry high-ranked vampires. The first of the carriages arrive at the entrance of the castle, before coming to a halt.
The lower-ranked vampires straighten up upon seeing the crest upon the carriage. The carriage driver silently leaps from the driver's seat to the ground. ”My liege, we have arrived,” the coach driver solemnly said, before pulling the carriage door wide open.
From inside emerged a pale, gaunt vampire. The elderly vampire had long silver hair and soulless black eyes. Without acknowledging even, the presence of his carriage driver, the elderly vampire makes his way up the marble steps.
The lower-ranking vampires in livery all bow and say, ”Greetings Pontifex Luther.”
The elder vampire named; Luther does not acknowledge their greeting. Rather as if speaking into thin air, the vampire says, ”Bring up a bottle of the 1912 elf-wine. If I must wait, I shall do so in comfort,” Luther demanded, before striding up the stone steps.
One lower-ranking vampire rushed off to obey, while the rest remained behind to greet the still arriving high-ranking vampires. A steady line of carriages continued to pull up until the last carriage comes to a halt at the front entrance. The carriage driver pulls the door open to reveal, a beautiful pale, seductress. The high-ranking vampire was rather young and still retained her beauty.
With painted bright red lips, the curved female vampire wearing a tight, silk black dress purred, ”Have the rest of the Pontifex's arrived?”