The Blood King watched as his subjects tried to escape. Rage built up inside and he released a loud unearthly shriek as he circled over the group in the sky. They would never escape him, no they were his and they would succumb to the darkness and ascend just like he had, and all of them would be grateful for his blessing that he gave. “RUN BUT I WILL FIND YOU!” He screamed own to them, the ones that he had given up his very mortality for, the ones he had sworn to protect. Now he wanted nothing more than to see the empire of the north crumble and fall into nothing.

The maggots would have to come crawling back eventually, and he would be waiting for them. He turned his body away from the crowd that fled from the scene and returned to his cave. As he returned to the darkness a loud laugh escaped from his lips as a realization hit him. “I truly am The Blood King now, as I am now one of the sole inhabitants of this glorified pile of ice.” He smirked and stepped into the dark cavern where he would rest and wait for them to come.

Days passed and yet no one came. The Blood King was on constant patrol, seeking out the mortals foolish enough to stumble into his artic kingdom. Where were they? He had been so careful on his attacks, leaving the snow and assaulting the others from the outside to keep his presence a secret. So, it appeared as though he would have to hunt down his subjects. Déodat spread out his wings and took to the sky. Where could they possibly have gone? A memory lingered in his mind of the caverns, and so it was there he headed.

Several hours passed and he found himself in that familiar grassland. Slowly he lowered himself down to the ground and took in a deep breath. Could his crowned herd be so foolish as to delve deep into the ground? They would be no better than cornered rats down there. “Come out and face the Blood King!” He bellowed, “Let me taste of your flesh! It will only hurt for a moment… Or so.” Wicked laughter escaped from his lips as he began to pace about the entrance of the pit. They would come, oh yes of course they would, and he would infect every single one of them, and they would all kneel in adoration. Déodat could see it now, him ruling over all the undead and all the living trembling in fear.

"talk talk talk"

[Déo is at the entrance of the Sanctuary. Basically he is here so y'all can drag him down. Permission to anyone to powerplay.]