The vampire king cast his hateful red eyes upon you, seeming to want to pounce on you. To you, he looked like a god, with his face carved from cold marble and his fine blond hair falling neatly down his shoulders. If it weren’t for the eyes, you could’ve let yourself become entranced. But they were so red, and bloody, you had to look away.

Caius observed you. When he spoke, his tone had a curious inflection to it, cold and yet articulate. “Come closer, mortal.”