I am evil incarnate, a swirling mist of malice with only one real purpose – to destroy the Black Dagger Brotherhood. They get in my way, keeping me from extinguishing the filthy species of animal that my sister, the Scribe Virgin, created.
They say my sister received the power of creation while I didn’t, and that I’m jealous of her because of that. That’s not exactly accurate. My sister received the power to create ONCE. One act of creation that she wasted creating the parasites she did. I have the power to create through destruction, to give life by taking it. I am not jealous of my sister. I got the better deal.
My creations, if you will, my lessers, do my bidding, fighting and killing the vermin walking the planet. They are my soldiers, my minions. They are easy to recognize, by sight and by smell. Stay out of their way, humans. They will go through you to get to the vampires if they must.