Deep within his shadowed palace at the shores of Shurzunartes, Mikazliqui rested on his throne in a languid posture. He slowly swirled a crimson-filled goblet, his ruby eyes locked on a scrying pool focused on the world below. As the news arrived of the God-King's death, he had sent messengers to his Vampires in the form of Shades. The dark ephemerals merged with his nocturnal brood to form Revenants, essentially living conduits of his voice. March on the holy city of Aroesus, he had told them, and claim it in the name of your father and master. His children were all too happy to oblige, and had bred and infected others to inflate their numbers for such a conquest. And now, as the pitch of night fell over the anarchic city, its streets would run with blood.

Like a swarm of rats or scarabs, the cursed lineage of Mikazliqui poured from the wilderness and into the city. Like a mighty river, they surged up and over the city walls, scaling the sheer surface in such numbers as to cover them completely. Pounding on the gates was a force of enthralled Ghouls and zombies raised by the Vampire necro-shamans. Nulls, horrifying abominations formed by the forceful infliction of the Pariah King's curse on incompatible beings, threw themselves with bestial savagery at the city's pitiful defenses. What was mere civil unrest hours before then became a storm of carnage.

With fang, claw and blade the cursed brood spilled the blood of the city's inhabitants, and they reveled in it. However, their cruelty was not that petty. Rather than to end lives, they sought to ruin them. Instead of killing, they converted; assimilating the citizens of the city into their horrific swarm. Crying mothers ate their own children, made ravenous by the maddening hunger of being forcibly turned. Screams echoed through the night, and the once shining metropolis now glistened crimson.

With a neutral, almost bored expression, Mikazliqui watched the slaughter unfold. He turned his attention to its goblet, peering into the glistening liquid within. It peered back at him with a sorrow gaze that begged for mercy. He downed the goblet in a single gulp, and held it out to be refilled by one of his passing Shade servants. Things were getting interesting now, and he had to keep well aware of the goings-on above, below and within the mortal world.