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</div><br/><br/>"I find it foolish that anyone would ignore me, my dear Camille. I<i>am</i>the most powerful being in the universe." He smirked at her as she pulled out her phone and called Marcus. He turned away with his glass. With his supernatural hearing he didn't have to strain too hard to hear the entire conversation behind himself as he surveyed the room.<br/><br/>The patrons in the bar were an interesting mix. Most were the ordinary humans that served to feed his kind. There were a few vampires, though none that had caused him to feel any particular interest, and absolutely no werewolves or witches. Marcus had done a good job in that, at least. He had cleared out the wolves, which was good, but his control over the witches was problematic. They had their uses.<br/><br/>He felt smug in his security there. Sure, Marcel was in charge. For now. But that little upstart would learn his place and once he had been dethroned then everything would be the way it was meant to be. He'd have New Orleans back, his child would be born, and he and his family would rule over the region as they should have from the start. He pressed his lips together in consternation. The mystery of how Mikael had found them in 1919 still weighed upon his shoulders. They should have never had to leave in the first place. No matter. The past was the past, Mikael was rotting in some hell somewhere, long dead and out of the picture, and soon all would be well in the beautiful city of New Orleans.