[@dragonmancer] Kulorerstus smiled at the words of the Dragon. "If that is the case lightbreather. Stay out of my errands of the mortal realm. Some of us actually enjoy our tasks and i do so enjoy personally collecting the souls of the dead. 500 years i sit and 'rot' of boredom waiting. I had been away from my task...for far to long." He stood from his throne and floated over to the orderves "hmmm....and besides. You have food for the living here. Where is the tender youth souls or essence of darkness?" 

As soon as he had said that a wraith flowed into the room and began to whisper in his ear. "Ahh he is alive then. Very well i shall be there soon," he gazed at his fellow gods and goddesses, "well i must be off a old servant of mine has been found." The dreaded God of the Underworld laughed and vanished like in a shroud of pure darkness and it oozed into the ground like water does to soil.

Walking out of the shadows toward a stone sarcophagus. The death gods presence alone could make a warm room cold. He raised his hands and the lid to this stone coffin lifted up and he threw it to the side. He miled as he saw the dry bloodless body of his champion the Vampire of Mortival.

He summoned for a wraith to bring him the essence of pure darkness with mixed with fresh mortal blood and he poured the wine barrels filled with this into the stone tomb and covered the vampires body in it.

Flesh started to swell with fresh new blood and skin started to moisten up a once dry hand started to rise up out of the blood as did another. This dark warrior was imprisoned here 200 years ago and without food he dried up like a raisen. He inhaled breathing the dank air and looked around with glowing red eyes. And he saw the manifestation of the Death God out of darkness and he climbed out of the replenishing sarcophagus and knelt before Kulorerstus