The stare off was quiet, not even Miloviec said his witty remarks. "Very well, Viktor." Corvinus spoke calmly. "You have proven yourself to be an excellent adversary, my lord."
The knives were withdrawn and flicked back up his wrists. He was about to look for his sword when it was held for him. The admiral held the sword out for him. He took the sword and sheathed it back in it's scabbard.
"I require some time alone, my lady." He turned on his heel and left for his chambers. Eying Wesker carefully. Selene followed him out, he didn't refuse her company.
"What's wrong with him?" Wesker Yerkes his thumb over his shoulder to the door.
"I believe I reminded him of a certain fateful day for his offspring.." A painful smile played across her lips.
Inside his chambers he sat himself in a comfortable leather chair dragged in front of the fire place. The red fabric of the floor and the fire giving the room an unusual cozy and warm look. Works of art could be seen on the walls, Werewolves and mortals mostly. A few vampire paintings their fangs bared at the sun.
Selene stood loyally at his side, staring calmly into the fire. Taking Selene's presence as death dealer not a second longer he turned to her from his leather arm chair, speaking in a calm voice trying to mask his grief. "Please, sit down, my dear. We are perfectly secure here."
Without even questioning him she moved from his side to pick a chair next to him. A chair covered in that same red fabric that started to seem charming. Or maybe it was just Selene's presence amongst it that lightened his mood.
Together did Sire and daughter stare quietly into the flames. For once, both were thinking of their family. What they had lost to this war and remembering why they did what they did.
1207 Viktor's castle dungeons.
Crying could be heard as Viktor came down at his daughter's request. Walking towards the cell at the end of the corridor. "Tell me you're not just afraid to put it down." A sneer evident on his face.
The female walking next to him, slightly shorter then himself, was dressed in elite armor of the death dealers. More protection, although her suit of armor was exceptionally decorated. Golden symbols of the coven covered her breast plate that cupped her breasts naturally, her hour glass figure was barely visible anymore as the once human daughter was now a six century old vampire noble.
"The lycan mother was dead before she could move... She is not the problem." Viktor walked into the cell that was held by a pair of astonished death dealers, their faces priceless watching what display lay bare before them. A baby, with no hair or snout. Viktor stared at it in contemplation. As he turned to his daughter. He was inclined to get a crossbow and shoot it regardless, but he maintained a calm and emotionless posture.
"Clean up the mother, check on that child every few hours. My dear, with me." He motioned calmly with his hand towards the female as he walked out of the cell. The fair haired vampire stared at this sight a second longer before her face frowned in disgust. Catching up Viktor they both walked out of the cells and back into the corridors of the castle.
"I wasn't aware of these... Children being born, what have you been up to?" A weak tone of sarcasm could be heard. Viktor didn't answer. They both rounded a corner and nearly collided with Kahn. "My apologies my lord." He bowed to Viktor. He nodded to him. Kahn turned to his female companion. "My lady Amilia, your... Presence is requested as a counsel meeting is about to commence."
She eyed him carefully before he offered a slow salute. "My lord I'll be off, good luck on your meeting." He hastily continued on his way. The elder and his daughter now walked towards the throne room. Upon entering the hush voices immediately fell silent as both vampires entered the room.
Amilia stopped in the middle of the room and silently awaited her father to ascend his throne. As he sat down and nodded to her she began.
"The counsel requested my presence?" Her voice was kept neutral. Coloman stepped into the middle of the room, the lady remained in her stance. Her body standing up to it's full length and her left hand on her sword fastened at her hip.
"We have one empty seat, as most of us know. We've been looking for a replacement, even if just temporary." Viktor watched his daughter's reaction, but like her father, her expression gave nothing away as she carefully eyed Coloman.
"What say you, lady Amilia? Will you accept this generous offer?" After a moment of silence Coloman cast a questioning glance. Part of Viktor wanted to laugh out loud, he knew she wouldn't accept. Amilia, his eldest daughter, was an expert military commander with centuries of experience fighting William. And she hated every single man and woman on the counsel, accusing them of being manipulative. Yet, she was always able to pleasantly surprise him with her thoughts and mind. They needed that counsel member.
"I accept this offer but will ask the counsel to remain on the look out for a potential member, I accept. But only temporary until this problem has been resolved." Coloman dipped his head to her and motioned to the empty chair next to Viktor's throne. He watched her approach him and sit down beside him. A explosion of pride within his chest. 'My daughter, offered a counsel seat. And she takes it despite her hatred for politics for the good of the coven... She'll make a wonderful elder.' With these words did the night meeting commence with their newest member offering suggestions where she felt the need for improvement, which was not very often.
2000 Victoria's Mansion
He sighed. Leaning back into his arm chair before realizing he had been staring at Selene whist strayed in thought. And she presumably had noticed. His eyes quickly resumed their stance towards the fireplace that was burning low. Without even telling, Selene moved to the fireplace to poke the fire and add another wood block. Absentmindedly she whispered. "I wonder why Marcus destroyed his coven." Selene didn't get her answer. Viktor was already away in his memory. The fateful day he lost what he thought was uncorrupted. The purest vampire he had seen. Amilia.
1409 AD Ördögház
The days for him were numbered. There was no escape, he had tried to defy nature's order. He now must pay the price.
Viktor stood solemnly in front of the gates of the coven. The night seemingly lighter around him. He was victorious yet again. There was only one survivor. It must be Amilia returning to him. He awaited his daughter's return, though, ideally he would have had Kraven as well, he was indeed very useful. The gates opened, it's ancient mechanisms screaming for oil. A black rider rode in, his horse exhausted. It was without doubt not her. He pulled his hood down. Viktor heart stopped. Kraven. 'impossible'
He walked towards Kraven as he got off his horse holding the piece of skin above his head. Viktor ignored it. "Where is Amilia?" His grinning stopped. The elder's eyes glowed fiercely as he threw him across the ground Uttering a agonizing scream. "TELL ME LUCIEN'S DEAD! Or you will pay for your cowardice!"
He held up the branded skin. "He's dead. I set a fire engulfing the entire fortress. And, my lord, others might have escaped. I have seen others enter and later leave." He trembled in the elder's presence.
"He better be." Viktor spurted into his castle slamming the door to his sleeping chambers shut and promptly threw himself in his chair.
2000 Victoria's mansion
He opened his eyes as he felt wetness down his cheek. Before realizing it, Selene was kneeing at his side laying her hand upon his. He took her hand in his. "My dear... I would not wish for you ever to leave my side." He meant it, he would not loose Sonja again. Not after Amilia was slain by the one man now alive and stronger then ever. His arrogance believing Kraven had been a mistake. Doubting Selene at all was a mistake. Yet, 'This lycan must be dealt with at some point.'
For now he would give his honor to the lady of their new coven. But soon when this is over... Things will return to the way they were. Selene rested again in her chair. Watching the fire with her lord and sire at her side.
Somewhere inside the mansion Emelia confronts Solm after spending an hour searching the shadows. He stood passively, seemingly enduring Emelia rage. "I cannot believe you gave in to that unbelievably horrid joke! Can you, for once, not humiliate me? A century older means nothing!" groaning she slammed her fist into the wall next to Solm leaving a dent.
"I would have thought, my dear, that you would have more patience after my awakening. It appears quite the opposite." He leaned against the wall staring calmly into her face.
Tilting his head slightly he exposed a mischievous grin that made Emelia shiver. "This conversation is over." Emelia abruptly turned around and was walking towards the entrance ignoring the last statement that pierced her like a sword's edge.
"Yet you didn't refuse." Looking back she saw that Solm had gone. Presumably stalking towards some other unfortunate victim to scare to death and beyond. She wished to sneer, obviously she was infatuated. Infatuated from the start. It was just reawakened. Solm was someone to get used to. Ever since her first reign of sixty years alone, Solm proved invaluable. It was him who informed her of possible large gatherings of lycans, only to return a few nights later with his new 'pet' and claiming they would need to search thoroughly in order to be sure they got all of them.
Then he was gone for a good month. The first time they had met after his absence was mind blowing. Not one vampire could survive that long away from the castle... Could they? Emelia reached her chambers and opened the door and closed it behind her. As it clicked shut her eyes adjusted to the dark room. The curtains were closed to shut out the light of day. (As usual) Her room was on the second floor of the mansion. The room, in her eyes, was a dark shade of blue and purple. Though, during the times she did have the light on it was just blue Emelia had come to like the tint.
As far as she was concerned? Yes this could be a new coven. Just with humans and an immortal.