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Pyris smiled, the coldness of it sending a chill through the room.

He wasn't going to deal with Vorath nor Silas directly; no, the key to weathering the storm brewing in the Vampire Empire lay elsewhere. It lay with the only man capable of quelling the chaos: Emperor Dracula II.

Pyris understood the stakes well. Silas had seized on the opportunity created by the rift between the Obsidian and Ragna families, capitalizing on the growing unrest.

With the nobility in the Vampire Empire running rampant, Dracula had chosen to sit back and let them unleash their fury on the Obsidian businesses. It wasn't that Pyris' company was powerless in the empire—it was that the emperor's silence had allowed it to happen.

Still, Pyris knew Dracula better than most. Despite their fallout, there was always a way to sway him: power.

The Blood Chalice was legendary, something that could increase Dracula's strength and bolster his already impressive command of the Vampire Empire. Pyris didn't have the Chalice in his possession yet, but Dracula didn't know that.

And with the emperor hungry for more influence, Pyris could offer just enough bait to keep him interested while buying time to secure the Chalice.

"Suzie," Pyris called out after calculating his next move, his mind already spinning with possibilities. "Inform the Vampire Castle that I 'humbly' request an audience with Emperor Dracula II."

Suzie glanced at him, slightly raising an eyebrow but nodding obediently. She activated the communication device, and within moments, the room was filled with the dark, cold energy that always accompanied any interaction with the Vampire Emperor.

The screen flickered to life, and the image of a shadowy silhouette appeared, Dracula's powerful presence looming but hidden. Pyris could feel the weight of the emperor's gaze even without seeing his face.

"Pyris Obsidian," Dracula's voice boomed through the connection, restrained but brimming with ancient power. "You dare seek an audience at a time like this?"

'Intimidation, right away?' Still Pyris remained calm, his smirk unshaken by the emperor's icy tone. "I do, Uncle. And I'm glad you accepted my request. I have a request, Uncle!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end before Dracula spoke again, his tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism. " I have less time. Why should I entertain your demands when my nobles are already about enjoying their fun with your family's businesses?"

Pyris didn't miss a beat. He knew Dracula well enough to understand that words would be key. "This uprising helps you in no way," Pyris began, his voice measured but firm. "It might entertain your nobles, but it hurts your empire's economy, even if by a fraction. That fraction grows larger every day. And all for what? Petty rebellion against a business that, frankly, benefits your empire as much as my family."

Dracula's shadowy silhouette remained still, though Pyris could sense the emperor's intrigue.

"You are bold, little Pyris," Dracula mused, his voice cold but curious. "What do you want?"

"I'll cut to the chase, Uncle," Pyris said, leaning in slightly. "I have something you want—something far more important than a few merchants and nobles squabbling for power. You know the Blood Chalice, don't you?"

The air in the room seemed to freeze, and for the first time since the call began, Dracula's presence became truly tangible. Pyris could almost feel the shift in the emperor's demeanor.

"Continue," Dracula commanded, the curiosity in his voice now undeniable.

Pyris smiled. "I'm in the process of acquiring it. But here's what I can offer you as long as you agree to—an opportunity to calm the nobles. After that you will secure your empire's power, and gain something no other vampire can rival."

Dracula didn't respond immediately, but Pyris knew the emperor was calculating. He pressed on.

"Uncle, look here," Pyris said, using the familiar title Dracula had once welcomed when their families were close. "This rebellion might be a game for the nobles, but it doesn't serve you. In fact, it weakens your grip on the empire. The Blood Chalice will change that. With it, I can create something for you, something that will boost your power beyond what even the nobles can dream of. All I need is time, and for you to calm the vampires. Let them know the emperor watches over them."

The shadowed figure on the screen remained silent for a long moment before Dracula's deep, rumbling voice returned. "You think I would halt their fun for the promise of power?"

Pyris grinned. "You won't need to trust my word alone. I'll create for you what you asked my mother and me for years ago and with the Blood Chalice, "it" will be even more powerful!"

Dracula's sharp intake of breath was audible even through the connection, his restraint faltering for a brief moment. "You will?"

"Yes," Pyris said, his confidence unwavering. "And I'll deliver it myself. You'll be the first to test it. But I need you to rein in the nobles long enough for me to finish. Do this, and I promise you'll gain something far greater than what you're letting them play with now."

Dracula's voice dropped lower, more dangerous. "And what is the catch?"

Pyris shrugged, his expression calm. "It's nothing you need to concern yourself with. Either way, you win. The intel I have on Vorath's next move will ensure that, and with the Blood Chalice, no one will dare question your supremacy. Not even the old monster!"

The silence stretched on, but Pyris could sense Dracula's interest growing. The emperor was tempted—he could feel it.

Finally, Dracula laughed loudly before he spoke, his voice filled with restrained power. " Hahaha. Very Well. Very well, Pyris. I will calm my angry hounds of nobles for now. But if you fail to deliver, not even your mother's influence will protect you from me."
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Pyris smiled again, this time more genuine. "I wouldn't expect anything less. You'll have what you desire, Uncle."

With that, the call ended, and the shadowy image of Dracula vanished from the screen.

Pyris leaned back in his chair, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His gamble had paid off, and now, with Dracula's influence, the vampire nobles would fall in line—at least long enough for him to secure the Blood Chalice and push Silas further into the shadows.