Anthiena held up her dagger, the only weapon she could ever hold... until recently. She is Near-mortal, yet... no soul save one could truely kill her and it would mean the death of both. She had made peace with this, as it was useful. She tested her blade upon her hand. It bled. She walked forth with her Division. Incubi and Succubi. A small number of outcast vampyre who feared their high Ruler yet loved her. She found love and glamour spells could work wonders with the undead as well... at least with her unholy power.

She waited patiently, her sanity in charge for once.