The servant knocked on the door and stepped it without further delay or waiting, he has come in an important matter for the queen. To gather the finest soldiers, she told him and so his duty was now to obtain the man called Vladimir Therion or commonly known as Vlad the butcher,

As soon as the servant entered the room he was surrounded by polished black marmor, shimmering so clean that one could see his own face in it, furthermore many thick woolish curtains would separate the room in many parts, creating a black labyrinth.

"Vladimir Therion! The queen is summoning her finest soldiers, you have proven yourself worthy enough to be called one of them, so make haste" The commanding voice of the servant echoed through the weird and disturbing room.

"The Queen wants to see me?" A crackling and hollow voice answered the servant.
"Wait~ Let me get a more formal dress first" The rattling of cloth and the sounds of steps were somewhere coming from within this dark labyrinth of a room and the servant sighed and looked around. The eyes could barely stay on one spot in this room, they just peeled off and only a dark wooden table would draw ones attention. On the table laid many glass-wares in all sizes and filled with most different things of all colors, also herbs, totems, bones, scrolls and books laid all gathered on that table.

The servant took some steps untill he reached the table and curiously looked and skimmed through the many different things untill he got hold of a small closed phiole, it was round and only a splint was sticking out of it, it seemed like it coudn´t be filled with anything but yet, two liquids were separated by a thin wall of glass cutting the inside of the phiole in half.

The servant pushed the splint and saw how a stick would then break the inner wall if one would increase the force of pushing the splint, he nearly pressed it complete through as suddenly the blade of a rapier came insight and stuck itself in the table, close to the hand of the servant which was holding the glass phiole.

The servant did not dare to move as then a death like breeze whispered to him "An interesting piece of glass-ware isn´t it~ Imagine what liquids might be mixed in this small phiole~"

A gloved hand closed around the hand of the servant and so also surrounding the phiole. "You may have heard of Vinegar, this is one of the two seperated liquids, the other is the extract of the king´s beetle. Each one is relatively harmless~ but mixed together ~ they create a highly venomous gas which can kill in seconds, one would need a mask to not breathe it in."

The servant gawked at the gloved hand and his widen eyes now looked at the source of the voice, a white crow like mask stared at him, the mask of a plague-doctor, the mask of Doctor Vladimir "The Butcher" Therion. 
A sudden increase of pressure from the hands of the doctor would break the fragile phiole in the servant´s hand and with a high shroek he turned ash pale and stopped his breath as the doctor would then let go off his hand and turn around towards the exist of the room. With a calm, reasonable voice he continued to talk.

"But~ that was a prototype where both liquids are simple water~" He stopped for a short pause to let the servant realize what he said before beginning again. 
"Yet~ if that would have been a real one, you would have been dead, killed by your curiosity" He waited at the door and made a gesture to the servant so that he should hurry and finally show the way towards the queen. Pale and quiet and no trace left of the commanding spirit he had before the servant showed him the way towards the queen´s chamber. The door was already open and it was not empty, the queen and the one they call Drexel of blood were already waiting.

Taking off his mask and so revealing his sickly pale face, Vladimir kneeled down infront of the queen. 
"Your beauty is ever lasting oh great queen" Vladimir said in his gravely voice, his eyes facing the ground and waiting for the queen´s orders or more to arrive, what would come first.