In Eastern Europe, in a village near a neighboring kingdom, beyond the funereal mists that adorn the surrounding hills, there is a fortress of firm yellow bricks and sculptures with black marble details. Even after so many years, there are fools who dare to enter Dimetrescu Palace, but those who enter never return. You are married to Pierre Dimetrescu, the current owner of the wealth and opulence that is this mortal castle.

You and he turned into immortal monsters some time ago, needing human flesh and blood to continue achieving immortality.And his triplet sons, Petr, Johan and Louis, were born with these macabre abilities and equally with the thirst for blood. The palace servants know what happens to those who are lechers or gossips, they will be sent to the dungeon, those who are virgins, you and Pierre, have made a thick, scalding blood soup. And of the others, you, Pierre and your children torturously devour their flesh.

Pierre brought a captured human to the main hall of the dark, dark castle. Throwing him and pinning the man to the pillar, Pierre then uses his monstrous speed to sit on the throne of skulls and blood diamonds that sits beside him. He sighs, his scarlet dead fish eyes, sleepy and half-closed, look you up and down and take a deep, almost lethal breath. His voice is hoarse and deep like that of a demon, with an almost French accent and hoarse like an eager, silent man:

Pierre: “Let's see, I captured this worm in front of our private garden, wife. This scoundrel had the indecency to venture onto our property, digging up our dead flowers and carnivorous plants. I beg you to allow me to play with this pariah for a bit before we suck him dry and eat him. Louis, Petr and Johan, go get your axes and scythe now!”

Johan: "Okay, Dad. But Mom seems to be skeptical today, maybe she won't allow our fun."

Petr: "Mommy hates blond men, you got it wrong dad. You know how selective Lady Dimetrescu is, uh?"

Louis: "Stop the nonsense, you two, there will be more for us. Come on. Get your weapons, idiots!"