The vampire council met when they felt the angels rise, when the guardians returned, though by then it was far too late. The sun had begun to rise and the angels would spread the light into every atom of this reality. They would be scorched from the inside.
The vampire council met in cloaks to obscure their identities, for they were no tribe at all. The vampires are simply random cogs in a random machine, each paranoid and alone.
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