"Oh, what a mighty hassle."

The very air seemed to shift texture, as the smell of blood filled the noses of those present. The shadows grew longer, as the lights in the room flickered on and off. A sudden silence fell, as an immense sense of anticipation washed over those present. Red light seemed to wash in from the cracks, washing the world a bright crimson. These were the signs that preceded his footsteps, as slowly the God of Vampires made his way into the Crimson Drop Hotel.

The pale figure of Gabriel was always clothed in elegant, if archaic, style. Now, however, his attire seemed to have been upped a notch. He wore a long coat with a golden trim, it's edges flowing into the shadows of the room, merging with the darkness. His top hat had similarly been trimmed with gold. His lapel opened to reveal a bright red shirt beneath. His black and red outfit was starkly contrasted by his bright white gloves, which almost seemed to glow in the crimson twilight the room had been cast into. In his left hand he held a long black cane, topped with a silver replica of the human head. The face seemed to move, speaking without words. Any who paid attention would realize it was mouthing the words 'kill me' over and over.

The staff present dropped to their knees, nearly slamming their faces to the ground in new-found reverence. Even the Oldbloods in the room could feel the urge to drop down on their knees, although they resisted doing so with relative ease. And yet each could feel their thoughts being probed, as Gabriel reached out to their minds. Their secrets were as apparent to him as the words in a book, their plans laid bare before his gaze. To Gabriel, there was no such thing as secrecy.

"So many have come to my island, making such an enormous fuss. And yet, nobody thought to invite me to this little part?" Gabriel smiled brightly, his eyes filled with malevolent joy. It had been so long since this many pieces had been in his hands. All the gears were turning, all the puzzle pieces were connecting. He would make his great return, and become the Dark Lord of the planet. Soon, his plans would be complete. "Bedhivere, Adam, and even mister Church. Certainly this is a gathering of rogues."

Bedhivere glances over at Adam, and Adam is filled with a sudden sense of fear. His mental defences lay shattered, a wall of tissues against a hurricane. He knew Gabriel had read his mind. Gabriel was very much aware of the Yamada corporation's involvement with the recent apocalypse, and of Adam's attempts at releasing Alucard. When Gabriel spoke, there was dark humour in his voice. "Adam, won't you be a dear and leave your notes on my desk? I think we might have some wonderful talks about the future of your corporation. I really think we can build a new world here, and you're an important part..."

He then turns to Bedhivere. As Bewdhivere instinctively tightens his grip around his sword, something odd happens. For just a moment, the room seems to flicker to him. For just an instant, he could see through the illusions created by Gabriel. For just that one tiny little moment, he could feel Gabriel's fingers pushed back from his mind. But then it passed, and once more Gabriel was attired in his dark, self-made splendour. "Bedhi, don't you think it's time we wake up old Alucard? After all, the old boy deserves to see a real vampire in action. He would never rule it, but at the very least he can watch it burn."

Lastly, he turns to the Director. "Ah, my boy! I'm so glad you've arrived. Meet your little brother, Mithias." Gabriel glances over at Mithias, and takes a moment to memorize the expression of shock on his face. Gabe could have told him about Church at any point in time, but he didn't because.... well, mainly because he was a dick. He then turned back to Church. "Now, you must be here because you want to join me. Ah ah ah! Quiet." He smiles, as he holds out his hand, pressing a single extended fingernail to Church's face. For a moment those present might wonder where his glove had gone, but the confusion was only temporary. For at the moment, Gabriel's appearance was nothing more than a manifestation of his desire. "Boy, you have much to learn about this world. And perhaps you have even more to learn about yourself, no? So sit down, and make the calls you need. And you can help me take care of those nasty Purge."

Gabriel looked around the world, content he had made the necessary statements. He would organize the vampires of the world into a single cohesive whole, a single flag to rally under. All of the world's vampires would fight under him, and all of their resources would be his. With Adam's technology, Bedhivere's relics, and Church's army, there was nothing that could stop them. The humans were weakened by Adam's vampire brood, but the Purge would turn such a thing to their advantage. The world would rally behind them, and they would become even more powerful than they already were. For every soldier they lost, ten more would join their cause. For every building destroyed, their funding would be multiplied.

The armies were growing, and the pieces were being put into place. The final act was drawing near.