Darko feeling her presence manifesting behind him, looked over his shoulder. She out of all the dark gods of old understood his hatred for the gods of light. "Many things my dear Sister. Many things of late." He stood up straight and looked at her directly. His influence over the underworld and being the owner of the Throne of Damnation. It was understandable that his presence alone sends a cold feeling into these halls. Torches lit the way held by bone arms. The torches could barely pierce the darkness of his cowl and when it did it barely showed a bit of his decayed face when the light glanced on it and back to darkness. Only the gods and goddesses know what his true face looks like. He then turned to the blood pool and waved his hands over the pool revealing a small village with a thick wall between it and the plagued forest. The only village brave enough to build and survive next to it. Darko pondered and looked at the blood goddess. "You still have a cave of vampires in the mortal world don't you?" He asked with great interest.