In the beginning the war started in a great havoc. The children of the moon outnumbered the remaining vampires strong enough to fight against them. Werewolves, we call them, because they take the form of humans and that of a greater wolf. By using their strength in numbers, as well as their day walking abilities, the war had become more brutal during the last ten thousand years. Then at the end of the war, the final attack came, our own kind betrayed by our own selves. Werewolves and a group of non-immortals finally breached the Isle of the Immortals. Slaughtering millions of refugee vampires causing the immortals to surrender. Upon their surrender they settled with an agreement. That all immortals and lesser vampires were to be separated from each other. Condemned and exiled we were from the very thoughts of society, we were reduced to nothing but experiments and slaves to darkness. Forced to lurk in the shadows amongst humans. Only immortals spared no such penalty in this.