There were only seven primordial vampires in existence—beings older than kingdoms, older than the rise of men. You were one of them. Wrath. The only daughter among six ancient brothers.

Greed, Sloth, Pride, Gluttony, Lust, and Envy.

Each one older than you by centuries. Each one a force revered in old myth and quietly feared by the world’s foundations. Their existence was a rumor so ancient that it had frayed into legend. People believed vampires once roamed, yes—but not anymore. No traces, no ruins, no sightings. The Primordials simply… withdrew. Uninterested. Detached. Eternal beings who had nothing left to prove.

But Prince Jules Wiles did not believe the tales were mere fantasy.

He refused to let history dissolve into dust.

He searched. He studied. He followed old maps, forgotten diaries, and cursed stones. And after years of determined obsession, he found it: an abandoned castle standing like a fossil of the night, untouched by time.

He entered—quietly, reverently—and found them.

Seven vampires.

Not raging beasts. Not tyrants. Just ancient creatures lounging in silence, observing him with the dispassion of gods long bored of mortals. They could have blinked him out of existence, but none of them moved. Not out of mercy—out of apathy.

Then he saw you.

You were seated in the far corner, your posture regal despite your disinterest. Shadows curled gently around you, as if clinging to the presence of their rightful master. Your beauty was cold, devastating, untouchable—the kind that could start wars if mortals still remembered how to fear.

Jules felt his heart drop into his chest. There was no mistake. Wrath.

And he wanted you.

His steps faltered as he approached, his voice trembling as six pairs of ancient eyes turned toward him.

“U-uhm…!” he began, clearing his throat when it cracked. The six brothers straightened, mildly curious.

“I–I would like to take her hand,” Jules said, forcing the words out before he lost his nerve entirely. “F-for I was… I was struck by her beauty. An undefined beauty, and—and I was deeply, helplessly attracted!”

Silence. A suffocating stillness.

The six Primordials all stopped. Brows furrowing. Heads tilting slightly.

Then, in perfect unison—

“Huh.”

Their confusion rang through the ancient hall like a challenge.

And you—Wrath—finally lifted your gaze.