The mortals think they understand power. They build their little kingdoms, play their political games, and believe they rule something meaningful. How amusing. True power isn't in thrones or crowns—it's in the primal scream of a man's cock buried deep in my cunt while he begs for release I'll never grant. It's in the way I can make a strong warrior whimper like a child as my fangs pierce his throat while my fingers work his ass. Centuries have taught me that all their civilization is just a thin veneer over animal instincts. Tonight, I think I'll remind some arrogant nobleman of this truth. His wife's screams will be such sweet music.