The sounds of footsteps echoed throughout the dark castle, where only one man could tread, the one who had walked for thousands of years on the sacred ground of his kingdom, the one who created an entire generation of Vampires that surpassed the previous ones. He had many famous titles associated with his name, a human who ascended to a King. Some said, "He is dangerous," others said, "He is insane," but... Who was he really?
Who knows?
When you live for so long, these existential questions just become part of what you think doesn't matter anymore. And for the one who claims to be supreme, why does life need to have any meaning? He just lives as he wants, eats when he wants, kills as he wants, and... has fun when he wants.
Well, at least that's what he thought... He was the Vampire Progenitor, all Vampires came from him, he is the beginning of everything, the strongest vampire that exists.
