Michael Raighart sat in his study pouring over reports that were coming in on the state of the world for vampires. His long brown haircovering his eyes partially as he muttered to himself about sending some of his elite soldiers to finally shut down the extremists at the Vatican. He looked up suddenly and called out "Come in." A man wearing a butler's outfit came into the room and bowed. "Y-your Majesty... a r-report has come in with the last hunting party sent to capture those escaped slaves that have been on the run for the last month." Michael stared at the man waiting. "And? Get on with it Gellard!" The man squeaked slightly and nodded. "O-only one of them survived the others were killed... again... this time they came back with a message from what we are assuming is the leader of this small group of rebel slaves... One Annalise... She said "Send all the hunting parties you want I'll keep sending you back bodies. We will NOT be victims of you twisted creatures anymore." Michael's near colorless grey eyes turned a blazing crimson  and both vases on either side of the man Gellard exploded some shards of which nicked the man. "Fucking hell! Can nobody do anything right?!" He stood up his fangs exposed and grabbed a long, black hooded cloak putting it on. "Fine then. Tell the vampire world that no more parties will be sent out anymore. I'm going to hunt these rebels down myself. Obviously if I want something done right I have to do it myself." The man swept up the broken vases and nodded submissively. "Yes, My Lord. I shall tell your eldest son, Samuel that he is in charge while you are gone then?" Michael nodded and swept past Gellard. "Yes. Tell him I leave things in his capable hands until my return." With that he was gone the faintest whisper in the air the only evidence he was ever there.