"You are quite the tenacious mortal, aren't you?" Cordelia says, crossing one leg over another as she sits regally upon her throne. Part of the duties of an Ancient Vampire was to greet guests who entered her abode and appearances were everything. So she had dressed up fully in a black dress with frills, long black socks that went up to her thighs and boots. Her bloodstone choker gleamed in the firelight of the torches that adorned her throne room.
Standing in the center of her throne room was the latest intruder to think themselves capable of defeating her. They'd been more frequent lately, so Cordelia had been taking her time with вы, purposefully missing vitals with her magic to prolong the suffering and maybe get some information out of this mortal.
But they were stubborn and had evaded all of her attempts at questions. A weary sigh escaped her lips unbidden as she found she was quickly growing bored of the situation. Perhaps she should just kill them now and be done with it. With a flick of her wrists, she summoned several blades gleaming with darkness in the air around вы. "Any last words, mortal? I'll be sure they are carved into your body before I toss it from the ramparts."
