"Tensions are rising between the various houses of the supernatural in London. You all have shared this little scrap of land for far too long. Peace can never be maintained indefinitely. Eventually, a conqueror always rises. Noctilio and Desmodontinae are a hair's breadth away from annihilating each other, and with a slight push from me, the war will begin. I am going to kill a Desmodontinae. Of course it will look unmistakably to be the work of a vampire, and before anyone can start asking questions, I will attack the Noctilios as well, seemly out of vengeance on behalf of the slain Desmodontian. You know as well as I do that the lack of communication and centuries of prejudice and hate will erupt like a geyser, and there will be killing in the streets, raids on both their houses. The RUBC will be overwhelmed, and even if they have the gall to get involved, they will only manage to waste their resources and perhaps even further weaken our enemies." Damien lowered his head slightly, emphasizing his implication. "Who knows who might be killed in the raging crossfire. I know you would be forced to step up to a higher position if your leaders fell." He paused a moment, turning to pace slightly toward the balcony. "What I need you to do, at the right time, is to come help me finish off whatever remains of the Demodontians, as they will certainly be the last left standing. Come yourself, or recruit a small band of your followers, but chose wisely, as they will be your future subordinates. As for me, I do not want to rule, nor do I care to have my own clan. All I want, is to taste Lord Giles blood as I cast his soul from this world. After that, I will leave."