So it was done.
The churl had left.
There was your answer.

Bedivere smiled.
A grin not too wide.
But of a demon dreaming.

"It appears we have made a descion have we not? It is about time we formally declare a war against humanity and it seems we have a willing leader to rally us. Although for formalities should we begin the democratic process? Or do we skip straight to the politics? Therefore, given light of the circumstances, I hereby adjourn this meeting. Have a Good Evening."

And that was it. All that it took which sent the Vampires into a frenzy as they instantly divided themselves amongst allied lines. Three vampire groups leaving to their own corners of the world while two groups remained, having planned out their stratagems to kill each other from old blood rivalries. Time to cull the weak an dissentious as Bedivere withdrew his umbrella and tapped the length waiting for anyone to challenge him in his own castle.

"Try to keep the ashes to a minimum... There is no cleaning service here."

Mithias. Where did the boy run off to now?