For decades, human and supernatural beings lived among one another. Not until the Vampire's constant attacks on the humans began. Causing each kind to split on the hunt for its own salvation.
Far away, in Grandvest, they were born as princesses. But even before their birth, the priest declared them to be cursed and demanded their death. They poisoned the mother to kill the babies before she gave birth, but the babies were born out of the poisoned mother – cursed children.
These are the two princesses of Grandvest Kingdom. The one kingdom for human beings. A place where supernatural creatures are not allowed. But what happened when the Vampire kinds break this rule and entered the human realm?
As rumor has it, she is cursed because of her cat-like eyes. No one has ever seen her face, as the witches are meant to be ugly, but she is that one person who calls chaos in each breath she takes.
Elara Corvus, the first princess of Grandvest kingdom. The cursed witch, as they like to call her. Has had it with the Vampire's constant attacks on the humans and decides to put an end to it all.
Being the twin of Adonis Corvus, the renowned healer of Grandvest Kingdom. Elara Corvus, devised a plan on how to get rid of the Vampires coming back for constant attacks on humans.
Meanwhile, in Domara, the Vampire's Kingdom. Tension rises each passing day as vampires are being lost due to an unknown Virus that has claimed the lives of countless people.
It's been weeks since the virus had broken out in the Kingdom of Domara, causing tension and uneasiness within the vampire realm.
Investigation proves the only cure are the humans who have a great number of healers at their disposal that could be of help.
But will the mighty king succumb to their request and bend for the humans?
"Your highness, countless have been lost and what's worst, the people have begun questioning your ruling." The ministers began pleading for a solution as it was all getting out of control.
"Your Majesty, we are losing a lot, please find a solution." From another.
"My king, do something, or we are all going down one by one." To another, they spared the king no mercy as they continued their endless pleading.
"Your highness, it won't be long before the virus spreads in the palace as well."
Yorian Ivanov, the mighty king of Domara, who ruled over supernatural beings, the Devil who no one wished to cross path with. He hated humans, but this certain virus is pulling him towards them.
Listened attentively to his raging ministers. The matter at hand is one to be worried about and, as the ruler of the kingdom, it's his responsibility to protect and safeguard his people.
But all their complaints are making it look like he is not concerned about the ongoing matter. When he as the king, vowed to rule and bring prosperity to Domara.
Sitting on his mighty throne, Yorian sneered. My king find the solution, they said, he will willingly hand himself over if he was the solution.
Or is he? The mere thought of that got Yorian's red eyes turning black.
"Our King is trying. You should give him time." Disagreements soon began breaking out between the lord's raging eyes, reflecting the tension that crackled in the air.
"Humans are the solution. Children are dying."
"We can't possibly bow to humans just for a cure!"
"It would be a mistake to step foot in the human realm," spat out a burly warrior named Finn; his voice full of venom.
"We need a solution now, or we are all doomed. Nothing is going well in the Kingdom right now." It was Lord Bolton. The lord of Western Domara. Uncle to the King in charge. His voice was raging with fury as he roared. Causing tension to rise among the lords.
Sensing this, the king stood. "Meeting adjourned. We should meet again soon my lords." Yorian stated firmly, a dark glare etching his ruggedly handsome features. His silver fur bristled in agitation, mirroring the unease stirring within the whole Kingdom.
A ripple of growls and snarls echoed all over the surroundings. Their whispers confirming Yorian's fears. His people were losing trust in him.
"I promise you all, a solution shall be found beforehand." he roared, his voice echoing with defiance.
"A mere virus won't decide our fate."
The silence that followed after was heavy, loaded with fear and anger. Yorian slammed his fist onto his throne, the impact resonating through the surroundings.
After a long day of discussion in the royal court with his ministers, Yorian set out for his chamber. It had been a long day. Rest is something he is in need of.
"I want no disturbance. Tyrone." Came Yorian's voice after arriving at his Chamber.
"Yes, My King!" Tyrone replied. The right-hand man to the mighty king Yorian Ivanov.
As Tyrone stepped out, doing as the king ordered, the guard began announcing, "Queen mother is arriving."
Tyrone bowed, showing his respect to the Queen mother before taking his post.
"Mother, you haven't slept yet?" Yorian was startled as his mother had appeared.
"How can I have a sleep when my son is in apprehension." The old woman began taking her seat and gesturing for the king to come sit beside her.
"Tell me, how did it go in court today?" Queen Zavana began asking, her low, harmonious voice cutting through the rising tension. "Is there any improvement? Has a solution been found? What is the way out, Yorian?" The Queen bombarded the ruler with endless questions as she inquires about the ongoing pandemic.
Yorian was in dismay. The king didn't know where to start from. Should he start from the number of people dying or how everything has gone upside down in their Kingdom.
All were pressing matters and his mother's questions were making it worse.
"What have you decided on?" she continued, her voice taking on a tenderer tone.