"Ah, isn't it beautiful? A bunch of toddlers shouting about how they'll live forever. Of course, now that our dear friend Magnus has woken the beast, we should turn our heads to the real manner at hand. Namely, setting an estimate."

Gabriel leans back in his chair, as to many of those involved the stone backing seemed to lean with him, the very wall bending impossibly, as if viewed through an altered lens. It was an impossible view of reality, much like staring at an escher painting. Except, of course, outlined in 3 dimensions.

"I set my thoughts on 1 year. A single year until every vampire in this room has been put down like a dog, their lands burned and their followers massacred like cattle. Give or take a month."

Even as several vampires attempted to speak back, Gabriel gestured angrily, and they didn't.

"Do you have any idea why humans rule the planet? You gathering of buffoons! We're stronger, faster, nearly immortal and gifted with supernatural capabilities, and yet THEY call the shots. Have you ever sat down and wondered why that was? Why you couldn't just march your vampires across the world and conquer it? It's because when faced with an existential threat, humanity unites. Every time. One people come to the conclusion that Magnus wants the world, it will be the world he's fighting. It will be the greatest vampire genoicide since the Purge of Egypt!"

Spitting on the floor, Gabriel stands, as he glares at those gathered in the room.

"Do you fancy yourselves immortal? Above death? A hundred, maybe a thousand men couldn't match any vampire in this room, and yet you're not immortal. A single cruise missile will spread your body over the surface of the ground so finely that even if you live, you'll never put yourself back together. They will not come in hundreds, they will not come in thousands. They will come in millions, and they will not come quietly."