The man behind it?

The vampire sat on the throne that was specially made for him by his underlings. Rather he made them do it. After all, their duty is to please him. He held a wine glass in his left hand filled with red liquid. Blood. He swirled the glass and took a sip, sighing in contentment. Ahh... He can almost taste the success. Just a few more minutes into the night and he will get what he wants. Tonight, all his desires will come true. A Millenia... he has waited for a Millenia for this day. Patiently, oh so patiently counting each day, each minute, each second for this very moment. He could feel it within grasp. So close that his fingers twitched, wanting to claw and snatch it with his fingers. But he has promised his Mage that she can have her fun. He wouldn't have entertained her thoughts if it didn't profit him. After all, she is his puppet. All he has to do is bestow her with some frivolous words, tempt her with his touch, making her believe that he is in love with her and the po