An origin story of sorts
We poured another glass, his eyes locked with mine; he was more at ease. Maybe his senses were astute enough to detect the authentic emotion I wore on my face. "I was born in Galliae." The confusion on his face prompted, "What you would know as Germany." He nodded, understanding the gravity of my age. "My mother bore me and gave me immortality with her life. My father was Vi, the leader of the Original Sin. I, born his prince."
"You're vampyre royalty—" He gasped, having realized why it was so hard to reach me.
A single nod, then I continued, "I was a loyal solider for most of my years. I was the golden child, ready to take the reins. Instead, my father betrayed me. After that, I lived rebelliously in his home, then I rejected him completely. That is what brought me to Los Angeles. A new beginning of my own."
