Mytsenion

Eldest Vampire, Founder of the Risen Empire, and Lord of the Arctic Circle. Little remains of the man who became Mytsenion, though perhaps that is for the better. In life, he was proud, ambitious, and lusted for power like a devil of the darkest hells. With assistance of his minions, he devised a ritual that would grant him power, as much as he could take, at the cost of the death of millions. To him, this was a bargain.
Now, the crucible of war has forged him into a different kind of monster. Patient, methodical, manipulative, and above all else: Powerful. He rules from his frozen castle in the north, watching quietly over his squabbling minions. After all, there is no need to hurry. At last, he has all the time in the world. Someday, all shall fall beneath him.
Eventually.
Or so he thought. For one ambitious advisor had every bit of his avarice, and none of his willingness to wait. Now, his shriveled corpse decorates the battlements of High Queen Alessia, and she does not intend to wait.