[goodpic]With the town rebuilt, your unholy reign has reached its pinnacle.[b]Everyone in the town cowers before you and your squadron of bloodsuckers.[b]You take hold in the palace, with servants running around, catering to your every whim.[b]You hold extravagent balls in complete darkness, featuring elaborate fountains that pour delicious delicious blood.[b]One day, a man in an elaborate hat and cape breaks into your palace.[b]Your guards are swiftly dealt with by his repeating crossbow.[b]He looks at you and smiles.[b]Then, before your inhuman reflexes can react, your body is riddled with bolts.[b]You crumble into ash...[end]