In a distant corner of the world, within a region unfamiliar to the captivating man wandering through the streets, Killian leisurely walked along the paved cobblestone paths. He whistled to himself, ignoring the screeches of a Faceless creature as the villagers worked together with their pitchforks and an array of weapons to kill the monster. The vampire wasn't sure what was happening and how those grotesque entities had escaped, but he knew his Queen and those in her circle would already be addressing the situation.
Killian, on the other hand, had no intention of helping humans and those in need. He followed Evanna, supported her, helped her mother, putting aside this boiling need, no this indescribable desire to crush those that deemed him and his kind worthy of genocide. As a ruler, he ensured his people didn't disrupt the delicate balance of the ecosystem during his time as ruler.
