"Now is the perfect time for vampires to conquer the world. The great progenitor Cain easily killed the decrepit old priest of the cathedral, and we took Westminster Abbey, London's largest church, without lifting a finger. This heralds the revival of the vampire race!"
Crimson Queen Mary stood at the pulpit in Westminster Abbey's eastern transept, speaking loudly to her descendants seated below. "You failed to contribute to your race during the first War of the Bloodline. Now, your opportunity has come."
Mary let out a soft breath and began pacing across the pulpit. "The great progenitor Cain planned everything in advance and made a deal with the devils, forcing them to reclaim the power they lent those weak humans. The Archmages, who posed the greatest threat to us during the first War of the Bloodline, are now a pack of powerless wretches."
"The warriors of the Thirteen Clans are clearing out the strongholds of Archmages and magical families one by one. Kaz, Lancelot, Kurban—those damned sinners whose hands are stained with the blood of our kin—have all paid for their crimes."
"And you..." Mary raised her head and looked down at the young vampires below. "You must earn your place in this war. Go! Kill more humans! Turn more monsters! From London to all of Britain, then Europe and the entire world!"
"This time, no one can stop it—twilight returns!"
"I'm afraid no one can stop twilight from returning." In an enormous townhouse in Mayfair, Westminster, Archmage Andrew sat by the window, deeply troubled. He sighed softly.
"Bruce, you haven't been in the magical world for long, so you may not understand the situation here. This blow to the magical world was partly our own doing, but it was also something those devils had been plotting for a long