In her millennia of existence, there were few things that could truly rile Elizabeth. Boredom, the capriciousness of the gods, defeat, and above all, submission.
Boredom, in particular, gnawed at her like a relentless hunger.
Like any long-lived race, the need for entertainment was an essential facet of existence. For Elizabeth, the remedy to this ennui lay in her kin—the vampires.
Watching them grow, evolve, adapt, and even witnessing their transformations was a source of fascination that had long kept her boredom at bay.
For countless millennia, this cycle of observation and fascination had provided Elizabeth with a sense of purpose, a respite from the monotony of immortality.
But in the last 500 years, since the establishment of a peace treaty between vampires and humans, a pervasive sense of boredom had settled over her like a suffocating shroud.
