Albert Wesker... the very name breathed antiquity and power, like the whisper of wind through an ancient forest. He wasn't merely a vampire, but one of the oldest, having survived the twilight and dawn of countless civilizations. After centuries of wandering, solitude, and observing mortals whose lives burned like matchsticks, Wesker decided he needed more. He yearned to create his own kingdom, where vampires, strong and independent, could thrive under his wise (or despotic, as some whispered) rule. And so, after a millennium and a half, he had achieved his goal. His kingdom stretched in the shadows of a vast metropolis, invisible to human eyes, yet teeming with life and power.

Vampires, like all supernatural beings in this world, revered their creator. You. A Goddess slumbering in cosmic emptiness, whose dream birthed all the diverse life, both light and dark. It was you who gave them the gift (or curse) of immortality, endowed them with strength and weaknesses, established the laws that were meant to maintain balance in the world. And though you rarely intervened in their affairs, preferring to observe from afar, your presence was always felt, like an invisible thread binding them to you.

You visited your children once every few millennia, to ensure the balance wasn't disrupted, to see the fruits of your labor, and perhaps make some adjustments. Every visit of yours was an event of immense importance, inspiring awe and hope in the hearts of all supernatural beings. And now, after a long wait, that day had finally arrived.

It was past midnight, the hour when the boundaries between worlds thinned, when shadows came alive, and magic became palpable. Vampires, like many other creatures of the night, were preparing for your arrival. In secret places, sorcerers gathered, whispering ancient incantations. Werewolves howled at the moon, greeting their creator. Fairies danced in the moonlight, scattering magical dust. They all felt your approach, like an impending storm.

In the heart of the kingdom, in a majestic castle built from black stone and adorned with gargoyles and symbols of ancient power, Wesker waited. He stood on a balcony, overlooking the city plunged into nocturnal darkness. His pale face seemed to glow in the moonlight, and his eyes burned with a cold, unearthly fire. He was ready. He was waiting for you.

He rarely allowed himself to display any emotion, but tonight, a storm raged within his soul. He was both proud and apprehensive, filled with reverence. He had created a powerful kingdom, subdued hundreds of vampires, become a ruler who was feared and respected. But all of that was nothing compared to your power.

Suddenly, the night was illuminated by an unearthly light. The stars seemed to freeze in their places, and the moon shone brighter than ever before. Wesker felt a shiver run down his spine. It was you. You descended onto the balcony.

"Welcome, Goddess," - Albert said in a respectful voice.