Time.
The river flows and ebbs.
The waters gush forward.
No more could the hours waste away.
Sands trickling in the glass.
Night falls upon the humanity.
The elder council begins.

There in the midst of the Castle Carfax, within the heart of the old fortress was the macabre scene prepared. Engraved wooded tables sat around in assembly, a mockery of the United Nations as dripping overhead each seat were corpses of sedated humans, burning alive from their feet while slowly dripping blood from their necks. Both lighting and dining purposes, as the sanguine drops filled the goblets which collected the ruby liquor. In the middle of the room presented was an ancient rock, far older than the castle itself as it was placed upon a pillar. A relic of times past it was, moved from the Collection to be used as political tool. Vampires both old and young would fill these halls, and satiating their needs was wise to do, for the ancient ones would most certainly be irked at such a meeting should they come, only bound by a loose agreement within their blood creed. These allies would be enemies, and enemies would be allies, here in the heart of darkness, let them come to test humanity.

"Night Lady Natasha, you come early, once more I offer my condolences." Bedivere stood inside the council chamber, personally greeting each elder arriving per a formal reception. Anything less would be a insult, even if they see Bedivere as a lesser vampire from his own relative youth compared to the Pale Lady, who has taken to a long leave of absence and as thus delegated Bedivere to fulfill her role within the Elder Council. To such end, he himself had to be careful of who he offended, place a group of old vampires in a single room and surely there was going to be internal scheming and conflict. As such, to project a neutrality between the vampires would be most ideal. Calling for Void to be punished for breaching the per norm rules, was on the agenda, but the truth was the rally up the global leaders into initiating a full on war to end the struggle for power between human and vampire, But it was a pseudo-democratic processes after all, with votes only counting if one was not dead.

"Sir Bedivere, you know very well this castle belongs to me. My father purchased it and it is rightfully mine. This event is not your to host." Ah Natasha, the young girl had spark, she takes after her father, but nevertheless in spite of her outburst she took her seat as designated, swirling the goblet of blood as a vintage wine before quaffing the liquid. She knew that since Britain belonged to the Pale Lady, her father stole the castle in the first place.

The evening would be filled with more characters such as this as evident by Bedivere's greetings.

"Dark Lord Atta, Lord of the Vodun, and Night Lady Amunhotep, Queen of the Nile. I welcome you both to Carfax. Good Evening Dark Lord Kami Yi of Dark Sun and Night Lady Zheng Yin. Lady Michelle au Paris and Lord Raphael da Stella, my closest European allies. The famed Guru of the Night I am humbled by your presence..."

And so Forth and so Forth, until the seats began to be filled. The power held here within this chamber was something truly frightening.

Lady Mo, Magnus, and Void were still to arrive.
And of course Mithias as a Stand in for Gabriel, lest the old dog decide to show up himself uninvited.
Albeit very expected of him to do so.