Devrin Olan
Devrin seemed relaxed, almost professorial as he settled in to brag about his work.
"Oh, the creation of a vampire is simple enough. A bite, a touch of infection with the Noxiphilic Sanguivoria, and if you want to make sure it takes, keep them locked up for awhile till it's too late for a priest to cure. Soul eternally bound to Molag Bal, but oh... the abilities that come with it. The delight of hunting, of feeding... but I digress. That wasn't your question."
"Our project was rather more... ambitious. We hoped not just to create more vampires, but to improve the entire vampiric strain. To make ourselves stronger, faster, more agile and fearsome. It took novel and forbidden magic. The creation of a new form of magic, in fact, the red soul gem. We hoped that once the strain was perfected, we would use it to advance as well - but we needed to test it on others first, obviously. Sellia was the first. I selected her myself. I had high hopes for her. From the ashes of her human life, she would be reborn as this new form of vampire... and in her enormous gratitude for this incomparable gift, she would beg to become my bride, and we would be wed for all eternity."
"It appeared the magic had failed. She was reborn weak and helpless. I was convinced she would never improve, and agreed to dispose of her. As you can see, she has survived. I will make good on my error by bringing her back into the fold and making my consort as intended."