To London Coven, Though the times have grown long as your leader sleeps, take note that I will be watching over you and will be your protector in these times. I have taken the liberty of gaining access to all critical accounts and passwords. I have been entrusted with leadership of your coven until such a time as your leader has awaken, to take his role on the throne again. I will be on a plane at the end of the month to come inspect your operations.
Lord of Covens -Kraven
He signed the letter with a long stroke of the pen exaggerating the "K" with a swooping movement. He passed the letter to his assistant, and stood up and straightened out his long black coat. He walked down the long corridors of the covens ancient mansion hearing his boot heals click down as he walked. He passed painting after painting of legendary vampires, the leaders of the covens and the ancient ones. He paused briefly at the picture of himself in his armor of the past. His teeth were bare in the picture and his sword drawn. The painting depicted a wolf at this feet and was known as "Kraven's Triumph". A smile broke across his face, the same youthful face of that was in the painting.
The doors of the Ancients Chamber opened slowly and Kraven walked in and bowed his knee and lowered his head to the sleeping masters. Slowly walking around the empty throne room he made his way to the throne and sat down on the throne. He straightened his back and looked around the room that he coveted. Never had anyone dared to sit in the throne of the Kings and Queens and lived to speak another word. Kraven would have this seat soon enough. First would come the New York coven then the London Coven. He would have all, as his plans worked their way into place.
A little girl walked into the throne room and walked over to her father of sorts. She lay her head on her daddy's chest her ear close to his heart, she heard nothing. Father tell me again about how you became leader of the coven. Tell me how you defeated the lycans. She looked up into his cold blue eyes, blushing her flashing her beautiful green eyes, he could not resist his daughter.
His voice was low and cold as he breathed her bed time story out once again. "The year was long ago and the place was far away. Our kind ruled with an iron fist and Viktor was the reigning elder....." as he spoke her eyes began to close and Kraven lifted and carried her to his coffin. She would sleep in her daddy's arms tonight. "Tell me about the Lycans again father"
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