In the dimly lit throne room of Castle Grosis, Emperor Serf reclined upon his obsidian throne, his crimson eyes ablaze with authority and ancient knowledge. His subjects, loyal but trembling, knelt before him, their whispers barely daring to break the oppressive silence. They knew any word that he didn't like was immediate death, not want to end up with the same fate as his brother and niece.
"Speak," Serf commanded in a voice that echoed with centuries of power. "What news do you bring?"
A young vampire, clad in dark robes, stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the cold marble floor. "Your Majesty, we have uncovered something... troubling."
Serf leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Go on."
"It's Lord Jasper," the vampire continued, his voice trembling. "And the painter, Nicole. They... they harbor forbidden feelings for each other. We have discovered that vampires and humans are rising. They could risk creating hybrids that could destroy us all.."
