Everything was the same as it always for the most part. The same cycles, the same stories, the same damn everything. Portals had opened and people from another universe had come to do what most villains sought out to do; conquer. So predictable. Even the evil was the same. The princess remembered when she had met a mysterious lady in the Commander's office back in Paradise Dawn, a lady who envisioned pure evil in Khal's future. The Desiertan royal took some time to wrap her mind around it, obsessing over making the right decisions in an attempt to "beat" this prophecy. For a while Khalfani thought it was this worlds version of her that would become what the seer foresaw, but now it all finally made some sense. She sighed as her golden hues wandered aimlessly over the city of Oak. As gloomy as it was, it had been one of her favorite cities in this forsaken country. The hymns of the Vampire's black dress danced to the melodies carried by the summer breezes and her royal guards waited some odd meters behind her. The whole building had been bought and in it she had organized a special meeting with someone important. This person- who would remain unnamed- had intel that could destroy her influence in Fiore.

These days, Khalfani wasn't one to resort to violence off the bat. Years ago she would have assisinated anyone she deemed a threat. Alas, with age came grace. That, and the Princess' was far too involved in the political world. She tried to pay the man off but he wanted something greater than jewels. Needless to say, nothing was worth her womb. Nothing. So, she drained him of all his blood and incinerated his remains. "Maybe this is how I'll deal with all my problems from now on." the princess sighed, wiping off the corners of her mouth. She wasn't serious... not entirely, at least. Embracing Sekhmet's blessing always came with a price though. The humane part of a person, the parts that made them feel guilty or regretful no longer really existed. Now that Khal was once more a vampire, she felt no such things. In fact, she hadn't how much of a gift vampirism was. Even then, it wasn't as if she wanted to become immortal again, it was just a means to an end. Her human body wasn't strong enough to contain the power of Chaos as Apophis' chosen champion so Vampirism was the only solution.

And she loved it here.

The former commander of Paradise turned away to face her guards when she heard a voice from behind. "P-princess..." a man stuttered. The tan-skinned woman's gaze met with the mans ocean blue eyes just before he glanced away for a moment. This man was one of her little "Serpents" as she liked to call them. They came with information on virtually anyone and reported them to her. They heard the whispers that she herself couldn't hear and told her all about them. Each one of her serpents were sired to her. It was the only real way she knew they were loyal. Life was a game, and every step taken was either a step towards victory or defeat, and of course, The Princess was no loser. Khalfani slowly moved towards the man. He seemed flustered or nervous. Perhaps because of the princess's sheer beauty, or maybe because of what he was about to say...

"Well?" Khalfani pressed, sipping from her cup of wine. Her red lipstick left a print on the silver chalice. "I have news, sire. It's...it's about your father..." He began twiddling his thumbs like a child admitting his sins to his mother. Naturally, the Vampress didn't assume the worst. Her father was Odin Morningstar; the Wizard Lord who had been feared throughout the entire world. Who would be foolish enough to step to him? Who would be psychotic enough to do the impossible? Still...the mans words had an ominous ring to them, one that the princess couldn't ignored. As much as she hated to even think anything negative when it came to her father, she could smell the fear on her pawn. "What about him?" Khalfani asked, almost anticipating...

"Your highness, I'm sorry...your father...he's de-"

Khalfani swung her hand horizontally, causing chaos to form in the shape of a giant knife-like structure and slicing the mans head clean off before he could even finish speaking It would have been wiser to keep the man alive. Surely he had more information about the matter. Odin's demise wasn't even his fault, he just happened to be Fiorian, disposable, and the barer of the worst news imaginable. Yet, the daughter of Lord Morningstar would not allow such blasphemous words depart the mouth of anyone in her space, not right now. She just couldn't bare it...