The butler broke into a wider grin as he practically read her mind. "I am no vampire," he declared. "However that second one...I have been called that since the olden times." Well. That was comforting to know. The Anti-Christ in your own basement. Who knew?

"I am the Shadow of your family. Their most brilliant achievement...and deadliest weapon. Your ancestors called me many things. However, your father christened me...Damien." The man rose up once more. "What is your bidding my Lady? I will serve...eternally."

"Alright, that's enough!" The man with the knife ran forward and plunged the thing deep into Damien's chest....only to squeak in fear as the butler turned his head and grinned. 

"Ahahaha, is that all little pig? Command me, my Lady. Order me to tear out their innards and flesh out their bones! To consume and devour these pathetic souls who are nothing than meat! Do it, my Lady! Do it, so I may prove my loyalty to your name through blood!"

A dark and sickening aura began to fill the basement, and the knife in Damien began to slide out on its own, clattering to the floor.