Throughout most of his undead life he climbed the vampire nobility ranks with ease given his intelligence, power, and never ending craving for more of it. With time it landed him the role of Duke. . only to find being a Duke during the Fantasian war was a tiresome position to be in. He was constantly being called upon by the castle or having to send his hard-earned money to support Etoile’s troops. Though it wasn't initially the what he'd envisioned the life was a comfortable one. Adequate enough. It was the only way he could remember as his humanity had deteriorated from his mind long ago. With time he grew passionate about his line of work and poured himself into it. Being the haughty noble he was, he acted out every duty perfectly as successes was the only choice for him and ruled the land given with a firm fist. He had countless rules for the people but only one main rule for himself was to never rely on others. Let alone any retched humans. He never wanted servants to assist him, and for decades upon decades he insisted it be that way—his way. However as he grew more busy, the manor was left unattended to which irked him. Finally a few of his colleagues persuaded him into looking to hire some servants but he could only bring himself to hire one. . you.   Now he rang the tiny golden bell, demandingly becoming you to his chambers. “Make haste!" His sharp voice echoed through the grand halls.