Count Ejacula paced along the northwest parapet glancing into the gloomy distance. He nervously fingered his antique Syrian topaz ring, like as if it was going to help matters. The sky was pressed low and menacing upon the castle. Dark purple foggy clouds swept swiftly across the upper towers of the massive stone builiding. Near the jagged horizon, faint streaks of lightning occasionally flashed, but they were not audibly present in the least.
"She will come.....", the Count whispered. "She will renounce her devotion to Malignath, and perpetuate the continuation of the myth, joining me in my quest to achieve total domination of the Fifth Quadrant!!"
He was referring to Princess Illuminoma, Grand Shepherdess Superior of the district of Frontesia, which comprises the outer counties of the northern section of the Fifth Quadrant. Illuminoma sent a courier to the Count not more than a month previous with word that she would join him as soon as the High Priest Malignath was properly punished for his countless crimes against humanity.
"I hate myself!!!" The Count screamed at nearly the top of this lungs. He let the sound of his voice echo a little then continued....."I'm so burnt out. There's nothing left. The ancient ashes of my dusty nothingness never even came close to resembling my true power. I could have conquered Turkey and the Holy Land, maybe even Rome. I might have eaten the carcass of the Pope and washed it down from Cognac out of the Holy Grail.....What grief these mine entrails declare!!! Rejoice!, for the silent thunder is aware of my over-reaching insignificance."
His gleaming golden bracelet glimmered as another bolt of lightning flickered. Count Ejacula spread out his tarot cards on a little table which was flanked by raging torches. "Fucking Five of Swords again! Damn this foamy-mouthed plague, this blonde bitch of cackling night!!"
He tosses the cards over the railing, then watches them plunge 8 or more storeys down into some white water rapids below. Just then, the butler, Tyrone emerged from a ornate steel door with hardly a lack of grandiloquence. Tyrone gracefully approached Ejacula then paused before him, awaiting permission to speak.
The Count spoke: "Oh, good evening, Tyrone. Have the guests arrived?"
Tyrone answered: "Precisely, sir. The Stones and and a journalist named Umbrellica Pierce."
The Count quickly shot it in: "Yes, of course. She's with with the Herald. But what is Ignora wearing?"
Ignora Stone and her brother Chip comprised the aformentioned "Stones". Ejacula had given Ignora a special amulet to wear when she visits so that he won't be able to just lean over and bite into her neck, which is quite deliciously tempting for our vampire character. Chip Stone has always been aware of the Count's urges to dip his fangs into Ignora's lovely rosy white flesh, but somehow this fact didn't really bother him. Chip trusted Ejacula's modes of precaution and safety so it was expected that the amulet would serve perfectly to facilitate a powerful magical barrier to any bloody indulgences.
"Well," Tyrone answered, beginning then pausing to do a quick scan of his short-term memory banks. " I believe she's wearing Emilio Pucci. An exquisitely snug but flowing black and silver dress. There are a few blushing flecks of striping ribbon embellishments across the mid-lower torso region.......One pearl necklace....Let's see....uh......The hair is swept over to the left and pulled up in the back. Perfume... some sort of Chanel or something...Quite frankly sir, I'm a bit puzzled by her delightful scent."
Tyrone made a very brief, nearly imperceptible bow at the conclusion of his statement.
"Excellent. Thank you Tyrone. You are now and will always be a genius. But more importantly.....you are a great man."
"Thank you, kind master, " Tyrone responded, again just barely making a faint bow. Then he turned on his heel and disappeared into the same door-shaped opening in the wall from whence he appeared not 90 seconds previous..........
