It had been a long time. Yes, such a very, very long time...

The wind danced through his hair softly, simple whispers of a lover shrouded in darkness. The silken strands reached out as if to grip the very sky in its beautiful charms.

The sky was beautiful, painted with the last remnants of a bold sunset, splashed with orange, purple, red, and dark blue smears of color. The sun illumined behind, granting it the look of celestiality. He hadn't seen a sunset in over two millenium. In his world, there only darkness. There was only Eternal Night.

Two glimmering sparks of light danced in his black eyes like flame, licking at the pits of black that dwelled within. His lips were coated in a sheen of pure sunlight, his beauty magnified so greatly by Amon's life-giving rays. His skin shone with a beauty only brought by sunlight, and yet it did not burn him. He was something of an oddity among the Vampire. There was something else involved with him, but no living creature knew of what it was. At least, not to his vast knowledge.

Long, black trench whipping about in the might breeze, his eyes swept upon the fleeting mortals below. Perched upon the needle of a large clock tower, the steady ticking lulled his senses to a point of ease. He was suspended over three-hundred feet above hard blacktop, resting his 350+ pound bulk on a piece of steel no larger than a pencil. And yet it didn't warp, it didn't snap, and it didn't bend.

Arms crossed, he sent out a silent signal from his mind. He had been doing such for many days, hoping his dark bretheren would heed his call. The threat was here. It was time. Time for decision.

Come fellow creatures of the dark worlds. Heed my call, come to me. Come to my lands, come for the sake of your lives and the lives of all of Hell's abominations. Come now, for the threat is nearing.