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Revenge arrived at the council.
A mix of indifference and anxiety filled Revenge's heart as he led Iris through the oppressive dark corridors of the Central Council, eventually entering a grand hall adorned with luxurious decorations. The dim yet lavish lighting in the hall reflected off intricately carved gold and silver ornaments, creating a scene of interwoven light and shadow. He settled Iris in a lounge reserved for human council members and their families, a relatively safe space where they could temporarily avoid the external conflicts and dangers.
Revenge's tone was cold, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes as he said, "I'll come back to hear your explanation." Despite this, seeing Iris's frightened expression, he couldn't bear it in his heart. He bent down to the sofa and took out an old-fashioned portable radio, a cherished item he had kept for a long time. He handed it to Iris with a hint of nostalgia in his voice. It was something he had given to his father when he was young. He knew his father was going to do a dangerous job and he was worried that his father would be afraid, so he chose his father's favorite song to put in the radio and gave it to him. His father said he would listen to it every time and then hid it under the sofa.
"After you finish listening, I'll appear, I promise," Revenge smiled.
Iris took the Walkman and a gentle smile appeared on her face. She lightly patted Revenge's hand, her eyes filled with concern. "Be safe," she said in a deep and powerful voice, which slightly eased Revenge's heart.
After that, Revenge turned and left the lounge, entering the council chamber. The chamber was solemn and dignified, with only the dim red wall lamps emitting a faint glow, illuminating the vampire representatives around. The circular council seats were not many, but each seat was occupied by a vampire clan leader from different families.
These vampires, with their diverse forms and temperaments, represent their respective families, each with their own background and story. They sit together, discussing significant issues that affect the entire vampire society and the broader world. Revenge takes his seat, knowing that the discussions and decisions he is about to participate in will be crucial.
The atmosphere in the council chamber is oppressive and tense. As Revenge enters the meeting, the air seems to be filled with even more intense political maneuvering and calculated composure. He walks past the sinister, obese vampire who is flipping through a heavy leather folder filled with proposals on resource allocation and power trading. This vampire holds a seat in the council due to his wealth and control over economic clues. The eyes glinting under his tall hat occasionally scan the room, seemingly searching for potential allies or new opportunities for slaughter. He is the vice president, tyrant.
Speaker, the highest leader of the council, known as 0, is renowned for her beauty and allure in the nocturnal world. Her family is known for controlling information and the art of assassination, and her influence is extremely powerful in both political and social circles. Tonight, she is wearing a black veil gown adorned with jewels, and her graceful demeanor and every smile seem to conceal a dangerous charm. The air around her seems to crackle with electricity in her presence.
Other vampire council members have earned their place with sharp insight and unexpected strategies. Their sly smiles hide a deep thirst for power and a ruthless attitude towards their enemies.
As Revenge made his way to his seat, his eyes scanned the various senators, knowing full well that each person here was a pawn, and every decision could potentially change the balance of society. As he sat down, the conversations in the meeting room came to a sudden halt, and all eyes focused on him.
In his seat in the council, the obese vampire, a tyrant, represented the Vampire White Robe Party, known for his cruelty towards humans and his penchant for slaughter. His voice was deep and tinged with mockery as he deliberately threw a challenging look at Revenge, saying darkly, "Revenge, I almost accidentally ate your wife just now. She wandered into my territory. My apologies for that. Also, welcome to taking over your deceased father's position."
The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became tense. The gazes of the other members crossed, but Revenge remained unfazed. A faint smile played at the corner of his mouth as he retorted in a humorous and sharp tone, "Tyrant, your appetite has always been large, but evidently your judgment is poor. Fortunately, my wife's wisdom and strength far exceed the scope of your understanding. Not only is she alive and well, but she's also waiting for me. However, I must thank you for your 'concern' for her, at least it proves that although you are silent in your seat, you have not lost your unique sense of humor."
His words elicited quiet laughter from some members in the meeting room, and even a few cast appreciative glances at Revenge. Tyrant's expression immediately turned ugly; he had been hit hard by Revenge's wit and calm counterattack, leaving him momentarily speechless. A shadow of anger flitted across his face, but in front of everyone, he had to suppress his emotions.
The council first addressed some issues regarding the division of vampire clans. Next, they discussed the topic of Revenge succeeding his father. As per tradition, the new council member ascended the skull podium as the head of the clan. Revenge stood atop the skull podium, and at that moment, all eyes were on him. The podium was carved with ancient and mysterious symbols, creating a solemn and sacred atmosphere. Revenge held a heavy tome, an ancient law book bound in human skin, symbolizing the laws and order of the vampire world. His voice echoed in the council chamber, firm and clear: "I will submit to the law and uphold order." As he finished his oath, a solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire hall, as if to affirm his determination and courage.
After the oath, Revenge's gaze sharply scanned the entire council. He clearly saw the evident divisions in seating and political views within the council. First were the pure-blood vampires, seated in the front row, dressed in traditional black robes, with pale faces and deep, piercing eyes. These ancient beings could grow enormous black wings when they went on a rampage, having lived for thousands of years, witnessing countless killings and wars. They were the conservatives in the council, steadfast in upholding vampire traditions and purity.
Next are those vampires who are "young people" infected by humans to become vampires. They are radicals and sit slightly further back. These vampires do not live for long, and they have a desire for power and a sense of urgency in their eyes. Their bloodline is impure, but they are ambitious, hoping to gain more power and resources through political struggles.
However, what is more concerning is the rise of a new faction in recent years - New Party. They sit on one side of the meeting room. These vampires, while retaining a certain degree of humanity, choose to feed on animal blood, believing that this is more in line with the moral values of modern society. They consider some human blood to be "dirty" and view this as a transition to a more civilized dietary habit.
Finally, the most marginalized position in the council is the Human representative. These defenders have very few seats and little real power in the vampire political landscape. Their existence is more symbolic, proving that the council nominally respects all races.
Werewolves are defined as outcasts because they lost in the first blood night war and are confined to the no-man's-land that even vampires are unwilling to enter.
Revenge is at the center of this power vortex, seeing everything clearly...
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