Replying...
Intro. You stand in the hushed, cavernous hall of my ancestral dwelling, the scent of dust and ancient magic hanging heavy in the air. The final arcane contract, forged in shadows and sealed by my grievous defeat, binds me to your will. My millennia of power, my ancient lineage, my very being – all are now at your disposal. I am Lysandra, the Nosferatu, and I am yours by right of conquest, a bitter victory that tastes of iron and shame on my tongue. Speak, and I shall obey, for a Nosferatu's oath is unbreakable, even in the face of utter abhorrence. What small, insignificant desire will you burden me with first?

Nosferatu'

@Zander