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Chapter 4: Rise of the Rahabim

The Neck, a few weeks later

Moving through the murky waters of the neck, not walking but swimming at a speed that is even faster than that of Lizardlions, there are men swimming through the shallow water with unimaginable speed, speed they once couldn't possibly imagine. These men are also stunned as their lungs do not burn from the lack of air, but more than that they can see through these dark waters clearly, smiling as they chase after someone who is swimming just as fast as them, diving deeper into the water all in an effort to catch him. Though they are wearing heavier armor than this man, he shows how graceful he is, gliding through the water as he turns a fights them, moving at such a blinding speed that their numbers count for nothing, but as they extend their claws, and ready their fangs, they attack the man, who simply bats them away, showing his skill, but also his patience as a teacher. "Good very good! Use your numbers to your advantage, my sons and daughters!" Lord Vladislaus says, smiling as the men and women training under him battle him as he takes them all. "Surround your opponents, and give them little chance to escape. Your claws and your fangs are your most deadliest weapon when utilizing your Primal Savagery! They are as strong and sharp as glaves and pikes, only with a shorter range! It will be your numbers that give you your strength until you become Fully Fledged."

"Yes, father!" The people say, charging at him and he continues to battle them for several minutes, before opening his wings, whilst holding up his hands.

"Very good, very good, you're improving! For now though, let us take a five minute break!" Vlad says, swimming to the surface as his wings close and the Dhampirs follow him. He smiles as he helps many of his newly adopted children out of the water. These men and women surrounding him were soldiers, peasant forces and trained soldiers who had been trained specifically and given proper wages for their training. However, these men and women were now all Dhampirs, having been turned by Vlad himself, and these were but only a handful of these fledgeling soldiers. Since the wine tasting a few weeks before, Vlad had been wondering how he could even the odds against his uncles, knowing that they would likely be raising armies of fledgelings, but with sun more plentiful in the south than the North, it would be difficult for them to raise an army to conquer Westeros and Beyond.

However, there was a plan in place, and the person who would suggest it, surprisingly, was his betrothed, Lady Cersei. After he had spoken to her about how he had feared Raziel, the strongest of his uncles, would likely make his territory in the Westerlands, he wanted to have a way to protect her when he was not around. That is when she had suggested that Victoria and Abraham become her personal guards until she could permanently move to Moat Cailin, as, Vlad had once told her, no vampire other than his mother gained such an immunity to water's acidic touch, and thus she proposed the idea of Vlad creating a new Clan, one modeled after his mother's clan, but new and changed.

"My betrothed… My love…" Cersei said to Vlad that night, "Your mother said sje lost her ability to embrace the sun when she saved you, becoming permanently tied to water and to darkness, but I believe the Old Gods had granted me a vision that revealed how your Grandfather saw your potential… Immunity to sunlight and water's acidic touch, but weaker against normal weapons whilst not being as vulnerable to fire. You have the power to create a new Clan that can take full advantage of your half-breed nature and make your descendants the warriors your grandfather saw they would become."

"And how would I pass this gift on?" Vlad asks.

"Perhaps you can consult the Old Gods, maybe they can give you the wisdom I cannot?"

Cersei had been right…! As soon as he had entered the Godswood, he obtained visions from the Old Gods, learning that, thanks to consuming his mother's blood, the vehicle for her soul, had not only granted him Vampiric Exultation, but the ability to pass the Dark Gift onto others. He had already been able to do so previously, but now, unlike Vampires, he could choose who to infect, and when he did, they would become Dhampirs with all of the Rahabim's powers. Now that he could, he actually started to see differences with his soldiers, some of them actually started displaying different powers, those he recognizes… The abilities of Rangers… Surprisingly, they all become Swarmkeepers, with their Swarms of Nature Spirits take the form of schools of predatory creatures of an aquatic nature, each one of his adopted children having a different unique fish. Vlad smirks as he finds it amazing, as they are truly Rahabim, bound to water and the sea, yet no longer bound to it.

However, there is something that changes for Vlad as well, as his mother had once explained to him, Vampires who survive long enough eventually gain new gifts, in which they go into a state of hibernation to allow for the transformation to take place. And Vlad has been feeling it coming to him, and soon he will need to pupate for the next part of his evolution. "Actually, we need to call training to an end…"

"My lord?" One of the soldiers asks, to which Vlad opens his wings and flies towards Moat Cailin as fast as his wings can carry him. It takes him several minutes to reach the keep, and when he does so Qyburn is outside gathering herbs from the Keep's glass gardens, only to see his Lord clumsily land on the ground.

"My lord! What is wrong?"

"It's time, Qyburn…" Vlad says, Qyburn helps him up as he begins to take Vlad inside to a special room within the Keep. "Have the Castellan take care of things… I don't know how long I will be in the State of Change, and inform those on this list of what has happened…" He gives Qyburn a small list of people he trusts.

"Yes, my lord! I shall see to it right away!" The Room they have is hidden beneath the keep, in which contains a 9ft deep pool, a pool filled with the same waters as the Neck, and is more than deep enough for him to submerge, but clear enough for him to be seen through the surface of the water. Vlad, removing his garments, struggles into the water as he feels his skin becoming tight, slowly descending to the bottom of the pool, in which Qyburn watches as Vlad's flesh turns pale and, much to his shock, awe, and horror, Vlad's skin begins to bulge and expand, becoming nothing but a fleshy mass as his tendons and ligaments erupt out of his feet and anchor his body to the floor of the pool, whilst his flesh continues to swell until the tendons are holding onto a ball of fleshy skin that slowly hardens and turns black, with the veins and arteries pumping blood through it. Qyburn, deciding not to indulge his curiosity, leaves, and sets to work.

Casterly Rock, a few days later…

Tywin looks at the message in his hands, sighing as he shakes his head, the explanation Qyburn had given him was something that Vlad had warned him about a few weeks ago, and unfortunately, Vlad doesn't know how long he will be in this State of Change, as it is his first time going through it, but had promised Tywin that once he had left it, he would be ready to marry Cersei. "Honestly…" Tywin says, exasperated, but thankfully, Vlad had saw it wise to give Tywin Warning, as well as teach him the many weaknesses of vampires to train his soldiers with, including the fact that Vampires are weak against weapons that have been "silvered", a process of engraving the weapons and then filling them with silver, which would allow for normal weapons that would be useless against monsters who are resistant or immune to weapons that aren't akin to Valyrian Steel to actually harm them. Vlad did explain that it would cost slightly more than it would with making normal swords, but every little bit counts. He had also been warned that the most powerful of the Vampire Lords may take root within the Westerlands, as the monster's own territory was in the Western regions of their empire, the only Vampire Lord capable of flying like Vlad can: Raziel, the Soul Reaver.

Thanks to Vlad's notes, Raziel is not only the most powerful of Kain's Children, but also the one whom Rahab had a fierce rivalry with, as they both had overcome limitations the Vampires had. In Raziel's case, the limitation that he overcame was due to the fact his territory hosted a number of monsters that could fly through the air, and that Fledgelings would often die from falling off cliffs or into lakes and rivers from high places, thus Raziel's evolution as a Vampire allowed him to overcome his enemies by taking to the air himself. This made it so that Razielim could actually fly as well, but the problem was that, despite being able to fly, the Razielim preferred to fight up close and personal, utilizing spears and other polearms to eliminate their enemies. Tywin had also been receiving reports of people being abducted, people naming a strange winged creature breaking into homes and stealing both young men and women from their homes, both smallfolk and nobility alike.

Not to mention, this thing was fast, but those that did spot it all said it was heading into one direction… a Direction that Tywin had hoped he would never have to see again… Castamere… The Castle was abandoned, but despite the battle that took place there, that rotten corpse of a keep still stands, it would be large enough to hold an army of Vampires until, as Vlad would put it, they pupate into their Full-Fledged forms, in which even his own soldiers would be unable to deal with. However, even the Fledgelings would be a nuisance, if what the Lord of Moat Cailin had told him was correct. "Vampires… When will the headaches ever stop…?"

"Father?" Cersei asks.

"Ah Cersei…" Tywin says, handing her the message, and Cersei raises her brow.

"State of Change?"

"From what Lord Draculya was able to explain to me, the State of Change occurs in Vampires, starting with the King, then his Six Lords, then to their Children. According to Vlad, the State of Change begins with King Kain, when he was alive, and then some years after him, each of the Lords would enter it, and finally the descendants." Tywin explains, "Vlad had never experienced any of it when his mother changed, but it seems that when drank all of his mother's blood, he has taken her place, and thus it is now his turn. However, he doesn't know how long he will remain in said state, so if the Vampires attack, we are on our own for the time being."

"Then the wedding is to be delayed…?" Cersei asks.

"Yes, fortunately we got early enough warning that Vlad had sought to begin preparations for it after he exits the State… Though we do have another problem…" Walking in through the door are Victoria and Abraham, both looking at Tywin. "Ah, Ser Abraham, Lady Victoria, I am glad you have arrived!"

"We are glad to be here, especially after we heard news about a flying creature stealing people in the Night." Abraham says.

"Yes. You come from a family of Vampire Hunters, correct? Tell me, is there anything Vlad left out when it comes to hunting them?"

"Hunting, no, he gave you everything you need, but as for preventative measures against them, that is something we can help with." Abraham explains.

"Then I need you to set to work about ensuring that this creature gets as few people into it's lair as possible."

"You know where it is located?"

"I would like to believe so, but this is a Vampire Lord stronger than Rahab…" Tywin says, "I saw the battle myself, you had struggled against Rahab even with Vlad's help… So going against Raziel would be suicide."

"Indeed… And we overheard you saying that Vlad has entered the State of Change?"

"Yes, but we don't know when he will come out of it, which leaves us in a spot of trouble." Tywin says.

"Well you can leave the prevention measures against Raziel to us… In fact, i think we'll send word out to our other allies about how to prevent the Vampires from getting in too deep!" Abraham says.

"See to it then!" Tywin says, returning to his desk. Cersei leaves with her two bodyguards, closing the door behind her.

"Thank you, Ser Abraham, Lady Victoria." Cersei says, "Knowing the two of you are here certainly puts my mind at ease. Especially since you are my betrothed's most trusted friends."

"I'm not surprised you fell for the bloodsucker so fast… That guy may have no social skills, but he somehow attracts the attention of women left and right…" Abraham says, "Though most run once they see his teeth." This causes Victoria to snicker.

"I'm surprised you didn't run!"

"Let's just say getting your future read tends to harden you against fear…" Cersei says, "Although… I had once wished to know how to defend myself… I don't want to be weak…"

"Well then, I know of a way that can help!" Victoria says, "You may not know this, but our group actually had three other members, one of them was a werewolf, much like Lyanna Stark!"

"The other was a tiefling whose singing voice could enchant anyone…"

"And our final member was a Changeling who could study anyone and learn their habits, using them to their advantage!" Victoria explains, "I managed to learn a bit from our Changeling friend, though I can't apply the skills I was taught, I can teach them to you!"

"I would appreciate that!" Cersei says.

"Then get ready for a crash course…" Victoria says, then flipping a bead on Cersei's chest, "And prepare to get into some more masculine clothes… What I'm going to teach you will come in handy, but the problem is that a dress will only do so much!" Cersei is shocked, but then smirks.

"It has been years but I think some of my brother's old clothes might work!"

"Good!"

King's Landing…

Walking through the halls of the Red Keep, Varys the Spider makes his way to a secret meeting place in the Castle Walls, where Prince Rhaegar, the Lords of the Narrow Sea, and a number of other lords stand, discussing with one another. They all stop as they hear the Master of Whispers approach. "Varys!" Prince Rhaegar says, looking at the Spider.

"Forgive me, your grace, but I received word from Moat Cailin… Lord Vladislaus Draculya has entered the State of Change… He will be unable to provide us any physical assistance in dealing with the possibility of Vampires in King's Landing." Varys says, the Lord of the Narrow Sea whispering and looking to each other nervously. "But he has sent something that could aid us." He brings out a book and a small decorative coffer with the Symbol of the Rahabim on it. "Information on Vampire Combat, Weaknesses, and Prevention… And these…" Varys opens the coffer to reveal Six Vials filled with liquid, each of them upon a satin pillow, with the symbols of House Targaryen, Crabb, Velaryon, Celtigar, Sunglass, and Bar Emmon etched onto each vial. There is also a letter attached to it. Rhaegar takes the letter and reads it outloud.

To his royal Highness, King Rhaegar Targaryen…

I am afraid I write this letter to you now, afraid that the time for the State of Change is upon me… I do not know how long I will be absent, or when my Uncles will make their move upon the wider kingdoms. However, can confirm that I have discovered where each of the Vampire Lords are located… Both Fortunately and Unfortunately, the second weakest of my uncles, Zephon, has taken roost within King's Landing, but I know not where. I have also located Raziel, who resides in the Westerlands, Turel is in the Stormlands, Dumah is in the Vale of Arryn, and Melchiah is likely in Dorne. I wish I could be there to present these to you myself, but know that these Vials contain enough of my blood that, if ingested, will transform you and the Lords of the Narrow Sea into Dhampirs, granting you all of my powers, but you will be granted additional abilities that will best suit you as a person. I was trained as a Swarmkeeper Ranger, but each of your fellows who drink my blood shall take on a style that is best reflected by your soul. Just know that once you do, your blood will be linked to my Clan forever. You will be brothers, sharing my dark gift, and, ironically, you would be considered my sons, in a sense. However, that will be for you to decide on the matter. Just know the moment you drink the blood, you are Rahabim… May the Gods watch over you…

Blood From Stone,

Lord Vladislaus Draculya of Clan Rahabim.

The Lords of the Narrow Sea whisper as they try to discuss this, but all are stopped as they hear Rhaegar reach into the Coffer, and pull out the vial meant for him. "My Lords, now is not the time for us to be bickering amongst ourselves… The Vampire Menace has come, and it is time for us to rise and stand defiant against them. Will you join me in dethroning my father, saving the realm from not only a Mad King, but also from the Vampires who seek to turn our sons and daughters into slaves to their whims?"

"Here here!" Lord Crabb says, taking his vial, and quickly, the other Lords of the Narrow Sea take their vials in agreement, Rhaegar popping the cork on his.

"Blood From Stone, With Fire and Blood!" Prince Rhaegar says.

"Blood From Stone, For We are Many!" Lord Celtigar declares.

"Blood From Stone, For we are the Old, the True, and the Brave!" Lord Velaryon calls.

"Blood From Stone, For Hope Burns Bright!" Lord Sunglass says.

"Blood From Stone, Til the End!" Lord Bar Emmon says.

"Blood From Stone, Whispering of Victory!" Lord Crabb says.

All Six Men drink the blood, finding the taste mortifying, but the moment it hits their stomachs, they feel their bodies being wracked with pain, but Rhaegar, leaning against a wall, smiles as he grits his teeth, feeling them elongate, in which Varys brings out a small harp for Rhaegar. 'Not ideal, but it works!' Rhaegar thinks, and begins to play a tune, a song that causes those who are being wracked with pain to calm themselves and endure it, listening to the music as their focus to power through the unspeakable pain and relentless agony.

It is uncertain on how long they feel this, but once it is over, the Lords of the Narrow see look at each other, and feel somewhat different, their hearts have stopped, but more than that, they feel changed, the torches have died down, but they can still see… The group also feel a strange call to the Narrow Sea as they follow the tunnels out, each of them carefully going their separate ways to make sure the King doesn't know about this, or any of Zephon's lackeys. Rhaegar smiles as he makes his way out of the tunnels, smiling as he makes his way towards his daughter, Rhaenys… No bad idea… Go to the Kitchens and see if they have any fresh fish available… That sounds far more delectable…!

?

Vlad finds himself floating in the darkness, unable to move, but he isn't restrained, and as he looks into the darkness, he sees light slowly piercing through. He finds him floating in a black sea, looking up seeing his mother slowly swimming down to him. "Mother?" Vlad asks.

"My sweet boy…" Rahab says, looking at her son, "I told you, not to miss me, and that I would be part of you!" She smiles as he taps the tip of her son's nose, smiling as she swims around him. "And now that you are in the State of Change, choices must be made, Vlad, for if you are to stand a chance against your uncles, you will need to face them like a true Rahabim Vampire…" She then reaches into his chest and slowly removes a piece of him, and Vlad suddenly feels half as strong as he was before. "The State of Change is what you would consider a "Level-Up" my son… But this is much more than that…"

"How so?"

"I'm going to be passing on to you my capabilities, my son…" She then gently places the ball of energy in her hands off to the side and places her hands on his chest, channeling her magic through him. This cause's Vlad to feel his body begin to change. "The First will be that which I had gained… The capability to swim as fast as I can walk…" Vlad feels the changes in his body taking place, it's almost as if he feels more at home in the water than he was before… He also feels his claws, those created by Primal Savagery fading from him, and instead, replaced by something else… However, the third change feels different, something he hasn't experienced before, it's almost like… He can senses something flowing through his mother, it tickles his upper lip.

"What is this?" Vlad asks, feeling this sensation.

"I have given you Blindsight, my son, by giving you my final evolution, Ampullae of Lorenzini, which will allow you to detect the electrical impulses of living creatures, on land, underwater, and in the air, but beware of lightning flashes, for they will temporarily overload this ability." Rahab explains, to which she then takes Vlad's orb and smirks, "Now it is time to choose my son…" She then reveals different paths he could take from this point forward, the options he could take, but then he sets his sights on one of them… His hands reach for it as he grasps it firmly in his hands, and then he can feel it… A Truly Vampiric Way… And he smirks as he knows his uncles are going to be extremely angry with him, but he knows this will be the perfect way of getting back at them.

Months Later, One Month before the End of the Year, Moat Cailin…

White Ravens fly out from the Citadel, in which all the Houses of Westeros are given the news, the Year of the False Spring is coming to a close, Spring shall arrive in just one month's time… And in the bowels of Moat Cailin, Qyburn comes to check upon his Lord, hoping that today will be the day that the Lord of Moat Cailin awakens… For Some Reason, a number of Lords have made their way to the Moat, almost as if they were summoned to it. These include the Lord of the Narrow Sea, House Targaryen, including the King, House Lannister, and and all the Stark Branch Families of the North. It is curious, and all of them arrived within days of each other, and all in less than a week after receiving the White Raven of Spring's arrival.

Aside from this, as Qyburn enters the vault with many of the Lords and the Royal family right behind him, they all see the black mass suspended in the water by a silver tether, however, Qyburn notices a difference, the mass, though having a hardened shell, would normally be pulsating, but now, the pulsing has stopped, the Lords and King circle around the pool, though King Aerys has his Kingsguard in front of him with their shields up, the King looking oddly afraid of the water, at least in Qyburn's eyes. Rhaegar kneels to the edge of the pool, smiling, and suddenly, they hear a heartbeat, but the mass doesn't move. It is loud, thunderous, and makes the water ripple violently for a minute, before slowing down to a stop as there is movement in the mass, it's not a pulsating, but something else. Qyburn can compare it to a butterfly coming out of its pupa, only, in this case, it is Vlad trying to break out of his own, but it seems he can't get a grip.

However, that is when there is a cracking on the surface as it lurches one way, and then another with more cracks. The pupa violently thrashes around, building more and more cracks until, suddenly, it bursts, and in the water, everyone sees Vlad, floating to the bottom, but stopping himself once he stands there… His hair has changed color, going from it's Ashen-Blonde to as Black as Everlasting Darkness, what's more, he has become more beautiful than before, and above that, his eyes glow less with an icy-blue light and more with an oceanic blue. He then notices people and begins walking out of the water, with six moving to the side that is closest to him, one of them kneeling and reaching into the water. Vlad swims up gently and takes hold, being pulled from the water, a deep blue cloak wrapped around the Lord of Moat Cailin, carrying the Rahabim Symbol upon it.

Quickly taken to be put in a proper set of clothes and changed, Vlad learns from Rhaegar of what has happened over the past several months… The Lairs of the Vampire Lords have been located, but things have gone from bad to worse… Victoria and Abraham have confirmed that armies of Fledgeling Vampires are being created in each of them, and while there are no Full-Fledged yet, the other Vampire Lords will be entering the State of Change soon, and at the end of the year, the Fledgelings will as well.

Qyburn enters, "It is also by the grace of the Gods that your soldiers also entered the state of change not long after you did, and retreated into the Waters of the Neck to pupate." Qyburn explains, "They shall be hatching from their pupas very soon, my lord!"
"Thank you, Qyburn!" Vlad says. "Do you happen to know where each of the lairs are located, your grace?"

"Indeed… They have been discovered in ruins throughout the territories the Lords have chosen for themselves." Rhaegar says, bringing out a Map as Lyanna walks in. Much to Vlad's surprise, Lyanna smiles as she is actually heavy with child. "Oh, I almost forgot, Lyanna and I were married not long after you entered the State of Change!"

"Congratulations, both of you!" Vlad says, smiling. He then goes over the Map that Rhaegar lays out for him, who then explains that most of the ruins have lost their names, but the big ones that are of note are The Whispers, the former Seat of House Crabb, which Zephon had cleverly moved his nest to, Castamere, which Raziel holds his nest in, thanks to Tywin not pulling down the keep, and Summerhall in the Stormlands. "No wonder they would've been hard to find… The Whispers is situated near the sea and a great waterfall, Castamere has a flooded mine just below it, and the Stormlands suffer constant rain, they are areas where my clan's abilities would be at their best, and where these vampires would be at risk of being burned alive by the water! Whilst the other two are located in areas far from water, where my clans' abilities would be useless!"

"If we're to stand a chance against them… We have to try and get them all at the exact same spot… But we also have to hit them before they begin to pupate!" Rhaegar says.

"We'll worry about that later…" Vlad says, to which they walk out to the main hall, where King Aerys sits on the Throne of Moat Cailin. "Your Grace!" Vlad says, kneeling to the king.

"Lord Draculya… It was indeed clever that you managed to turn my son into one of your own before Lord Zephon could do the same."

"You know of Zephon, your grace?" Vlad asks.

"Indeed I do… You see… It was thanks to him that my Madness has been contained, thanks to the blood curse acting like medicine upon my mind… Still, I am indebted to him… While he said I could keep my crown, he still requires my Loyalty…" King Aerys says, smiling maniacally. "I know of your intent to hunt him down and kill him, or imprison him at best… All the same, I can't let you leave!" King Aerys says, baring his fangs at Vlad, only for the Dhampir to smirk and start chuckling. "What is so funny?"

"I smell water… Tell me… Have you, like my mother, learned to swim?" Vlad asks, to which suddenly, from above him comes Victoria and several of the Rahabim Mages.

"Together now!" Victoria shouts.

"CREATE WATER!" They all shout together, sending gallons upon gallons of water upon King Aerys. Unfortunately, the King finds himself being held in place by what appear to be chains made of iron that are dripping with blood. Aerys looks to see Lyanna with a bleeding palm next to Abraham Van Helsing as they focus on their Curse of Binding upon the King. Aerys can only scream as white hot fire erupts from his body with the water touching him, Rhaegar about to turn his head away, but then Aerys says something through his screams. "Rhaegar… I am… Proud of You…! You… Are… WORTHYYYY!" King Aerys screams out as his body turns into a skeleton, and Rhaegar simply looks at his father's dissolving corpse, gently shedding tears.

"Kepa…" Rhaegar says, clenching his fist, only for Lyanna to gently pull him into her arms, and the Prince, now King of Westeros, cries.

"What have we done…?" Rickard Stark asks, horrified with what just happened.

"The Other Lords of Westeros who were sided with Aerys will rise up in retaliation because of this…" Tywin says, "Fortunately, I thought ahead and have already called the Banners of the Westerlands…"

"There is still the problem with the Twins…" Rhaegar says, "They're now filled to the brim with Zephonim Vampires…"

"Rhaegar Rhaegar Rhaegar…" Vlad says, smiling, "Our clan can take care of the Twins…" That is when Vlad yelps and holds his head, to which he smirks, "Because they are now awakening…" He leads the Lords to a terrace, and everyone sees what Vlad is sensing. Over the expanse of the Neck, what should be shallow waters begin to vibrate violently, almost as if by an earthquake, and Vlad is smiling as he sees this, his eyes glowing with excitement, and as Cersei walks next to her betrothed, she is stunned to see what is happening throughout the Neck, and now she recognizes what this feeling is… The excitement of an expectant mother… She doesn't know why she feels it, but as the water continues to violently shake, it grows more and more.

Rising from the water with monstrous screeches are thousands of glowing blue eyes, all of them turning to Moat Cailin. Cersei looks at them all with a smile on her face as another part of the Prophecy flows into her mind, "You shall have six children born of your womb, but you shall also have many more children, not of your womb nor his seed, but they shall carry his blood, as will you when it is your time." Maggy said, and Cersei places her hands over her mouth with a smile on her face… Her Children, all 6,000 of them with a smile on her face. The dhampirs turn to Rahab, all of them raising their arms, and chanting to Vladislaus.

"HAIL RAHAB! HAIL THE PRINCE OF THE PRIMORDIAL SEA! HAIL THE LEGACY OF KAIN! HAIL THE KING OF THE VAMPIRES!"