Gabriel realized, of course, that both Adam and Bedhivere were on his island. He also realized that both knew better than to challenge his ownership of the island, and that they would remain in the 'public' parts of Hawaii. He refrained from digging around in their brains, knowing that they might sense him and take offence. But through the thoughts of the hotel attendants he could easily glean the matters being discussed, and he was as such well aware of Adam's plans. It was an interesting enough notion, releasing the old Alucard back into the world. But Gabriel planned to soon hold this world in the palm of his hand.

The time had come that he step out from the shadows, and once more revealed himself as the absolute Lord of this world, the ruler of all life on this pathetic ball of dirt. He would build the world he desired, the world he had once attempted to create. He had failed before, but in their ravenous desire for knowledge, the mortals had perhaps discovered that which he had once missed. And in the eyes of his son, he had perhaps found that which he had never possessed.

He had walked through countless corridors and doors, through the maze of his ancient Hawaiian mansion. It had taken years to construct, but it was a beautiful piece of art. From here, he would orchestrate his plans. He sat down in his recording room, as a camera crew set up around him. Lighting and audio were fine tuned, only the best equipment was acceptable. Still such things amazed and astounded Gabriel, that the machines of man had ascended beyond even his own powers of communication. But it was in an age of wonder and change that he lived, and it was in this age that the New World would dawn.

The tape started rolling, and Gabriel grinned at the camera. It was odd, addressing an inanimate object. But he had practised plenty of times before, and he was certain to get it this time. Through this device Gabriel's true face was revealed, free from the illusions that usually encased him. Less handsome, slightly less tall. But most noticeably, the massive scar that ran down his face. A wound that no amount of power and no amount of science could heal. But regardless, he was still recognizable. They would still know him, and they would still know his power.

"What has our race come to, I ask myself. How did we fall from the Lords of the Night to mere vermin, scrambling into our hiding place to avoid the wrath of mortals?" Gabriel chuckles, as he leans back. "One of our own hunts the Council, the Purge are cleansing the entirety of America, and even secretive Brittain is beginning to fall. Truly, it's a pathetic sight when the plans of great warriors crumble." Gabriel's smile shifts, and no longer was it jolly. It was cold, it was twisted. It was full of malicious intent, the kind of determined evil that had not graced the face of the planet for 3000 years. "Those who wish to remain vermin are free to hide in the cracks. But I will not be put down so easily. Hawaii has long been my manor, but I now proclaim it the homeland of all vampires. Here, we will gather, and here I will provide sanctuary to all those who wish for it. The Council will be assembled once more, and once more I will lead it into an age of darkness."

"A new age is dawning, and a New World is to be created. We will turn the oceans red with blood, and we will cover the land with the bones of the unworthy. Hereby, I proclaim the Age of Man at an end."

The message would be spread, broadcast across the world. Gabriel had made the necessary arrangements already. It would be shown in many languages, in many different countries. It was time for the world to know the terror of the Lord of Vampires. And it was time for the Elder Council to gather one, final time.