Chapter 374 (2/2)
”Yes, Pontifex Victoria,” replied one of the lower-ranked vampires with a deep bow. ”The rest of the Pontifex's are waiting inside.”
Victoria's lips twitch back in a coy smile, before sashaying up the marble steps. Good, she liked to make an entrance, her beauty must be appreciated by all those that saw her.
Victoria's entrance made quite the spectacle as she arrogantly raised her head and ignored the lustful stares of the mid-ranked vampires. Among them is a younger, tall emaciated man with dark shadows under his eyes. Smirking, Victoria approaches the vampire and says, ”Sangunini, how good to see you tonight. You look quite terrible are you not getting enough to eat? If not, I can always be charitable and send one of my own, your way.”
”There is no need, Pontifex Victoria,” Sanguini stiffly declined the invitation. Pontifex Victoria had a reputation for being a literal maneater. And he'd prefer not to become her latest catch.
”Too bad,” Victoria purred as she licked her lips suggestively. ”Perhaps, another time, Sanguini. After all, we have nothing but time.”
Sanguini did not reply having chosen to ignore her words, but still politely bowed lest she takes offense. He was vastly aware that he only a mid-ranking vampire while Pontifex Victoria was a high-ranking vampire. And while she could force the issue, he would prefer not to ask his sire's sire to intervene. His sire's sire though a high-ranking vampire would intervene for a price, and it would not be light. And he would greatly prefer not to have to resort to such drastic measures in the first place.
Victoria hummed to herself in private, ”He'll be mine, sooner or later.”
Licking her lips as if already imagining her prize, Victoria proudly struts down the hall and slams open the doors to the summit hall. Dozens of heads turn towards her mostly old decrepit heads, with a few still middle-aged, but with her being the only vampire amid them.
”My, my, Hecate, you get older every time, I see you,” Victoria snickered loudly as she took her seat and the doors magically closed shut behind her.
The female vampire in question, Hecate has a formidable air about her. Her silver hair is pulled tightly in a coil with nary a hair out of place. With a frigid disposition about her, Hecate says, ”And yet every time, we meet Victoria, it would appear that your whorish ways have impossibly grown again. It would seem that a whore is still a whore, despite being turned.”
Victoria hissed and bared her fangs in anger at the older female vampire. With her nail's lengthening, Victoria is about to do something rash, when a male voice says, ”Must we do this every single time? I have better things to do like enjoy this vintage 1912 elf-wine than listen to you ladies debate the same argument over and over again.”
Both female vampires turn to glare at Luther, who merely takes another sip of his glass in reply. Both female vampires turn to glare at each other, before settling back down in their seats. There would be plenty of time to cuss each other out later, there was a serious business at hand to be taken care of.