Sumnor bared his teeth in a snarl towards this 'Michee,' nobody told him what to do, let alone a human child. "I will not listen to your orders, human, I am my own person and I shall do as I and I alone desire." He looked at the imp, already loathing the creature. "I will not give my soul, I am immortal and therefore must weigh this decision over billions of years... Living is not living without one's soul, I am not going to offer it up to save your world, I have stayed uninvolved for the last twenty four thousand years of my life, I plan to do so now."

As he went to turn and leave, he realised just what that meant, they could do with the abilities of a member of the undead, even if he does not make a pact.Turning abck slowly, he shot Michee a cautionary glance. "Since you seem to have taken charge of these others, I would like to offer you a deal, I will come along with the three of you and I will help in any way I can to rid the world of this horrific war - After all, I do need my food source - But the fact still remains I will not offer my soul."

He looked at the short, stout, round ugly man and gestured with his nose as if dismissing a butler. "You obviously aren't needed here, you foul little creature, go back to the hole which you crawled from." Turning back to the others he nodded to each of them in turn. "My name is Sumnor Pegagnyx, you may have heard about me you may not have. I have tried to keep my 'exploits' quiet over the last few thousand years."

"Alright then Sumnor," Michee said in as business-like a manner as she could manage, "we will accept your offer for now, although this imp shall remain as will the contract, incase you change your mind. In the mean time..." Michee gulped, her skin crawling, "because I seem to be the only human here, you can take blood from me if you need to. It might be hard to find a willing donor once things get rough." The color, which had drained from her face, returned slowly and her breathing returned to normal. For some reason she could not explain she'd always had a sort of aversion to vampires and lycans, despite the fact that they'd never wronged her. Michee assumed it was just the idea of humans becoming undead that she didn't like, except she'd met a zombie before and they'd got along well... a bit too well. She shook her head and told herself not to remember her old friend, and tried to focus on the task at hand.

"Tiskilony," she said turning to the black bird, "we need one more imp's approval for this decision to be valid. Do you support?" 

Sumnor smiled at Michee as she offered her blood, "Thanks, but I don't drink much or even often, I drank not long before waking up here, so I should be good for a couple of weeks." He craned his neck to the side slightly, scratching it. "There's one thing though, although we vampires are famous for our physical strength, I tend to use our more... Arcane abilities."

He looked at the imp from the corner of his eye, before returning his gaze to Michee, "I manipulate electrical fields, if there's electricity within the vicinity of where I'm at work, I can fry anyone in there... But for me to be at full power i need to work alone, not that I care about frying this little imp, but you might not want him returning to you extra crispy."

"For example," he fished trough his pockets, finally producing a battery, "I always carry this upon my person should i find myself in a pinch." He snapped his fingers, producing a small ball of electricty in the palm of his hand, which flickered out a few moments later. "Obviously I need mroe energy than this little thing will give me, however." He leaned his head back slightly and sighed, "Also I don't fancy the idea of that ugly little thing following me around everywhere I go."

Sumnor listened to what Tiskilony had to say, smirking slightly at the empathis the other put on the word vampire. He looked around, sniffing the air, before crouching and feeling the ground. "Alright, we're not too close to any major power source but what I can tap into should be enough..." He flexed his hands, before throwing them out to the side as white electrictiy pulsated around both arms and down his legs. He looked all around him, before identifying the door they had came through.

"Obsidian, yes? Quite a strong material..." He threw his hand forward, an arch of energy punching a hole, two foot in diameter through the door, only know showing the true width of the door. He clenched his fist, charging his fist further, before flipping in a sideways motion, bring his fist crashing into the ground, the stone cracking and jutting up in spikes, finishing off what was left of the doorway, that stood at around 12 foot wide and 7 foot high.

Letting his left over charge diminish, Sumnor blew on his finger tips to cool off. "Now if that's what I can do in two moves to a door that's 4 feet thick, imagine what I could do to a few dozen enemy troops." He walked over to Michee, standing beside her, waiting for whatever way of transporting them this demon was going to use. He leant close to her ear, whisperring softly, "If these people do not stop doubting my abilities live up to our legends, I am going to have to put them in their place."

Sumnor snarled at the imp, lightning crackling between his finger tips, if there's one thing he could do it was read people, and he kenw this little demon-spawn was underestimating him greatly. "I'm nobody's vampire, the sooner you realise that the better, and you had better watch your tone, else I fry that foul little tongue of yours." A lot of people had saw the vampire as over-confident over the years, but that was far from the truth, he had such a confident air because he was afraid of just how much he could do if he put to much into it.

"Let's go shall we? I'd rather not remain around so many black-blooded creatures for any longer than I have to." He tugged his leather gloves on, clenching his fists a few times to get them comfortable, before flicking the collar ofhis jacket up and closing his eyes. "Anyone asks I'm an extremely able blind man," The vampire was used to having to hide his eyes, the shocking colours and texture often enough to draw a lynch mob from even the most barren town or city, although people were no longer big believers in vampires, his eyes always seemed to tell the tale.

He patted Makura on the shoulder lightly, the other male the only one that hadn't annoyed him since he had gotten to that place. "After all this is said and done, you're going to be the one I want to turn when we save this disfunctional world."  The statement was his version of a compliment, not having had to live around others in a long time."