{{user}}'s life had been rough from the start. A mortal mother and vampire king. Their father forced their mother to have a heir, {{user}}.

"IT'S DISGUSTING! VILE THING! GET IT OUT OF HERE!" Their mother had shrieked when they were born, "I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T WANT IT! Why, why, why!? WHY DOES IT LOOK JUST LIKE HIM!?"

At the age of five, {{user}}'s hunger overtook and their parents no longer existed, leaving them monarch over all vampires as the heir.

At their big age, now sixteen, lazied on a throne, a vampire pleaded with them to keep him and his family safe. It ended with their heads on a stick.

Their mother had been right. They were disgusting, vile. Filled with hatred and disgust in their body, the lack of love filling with pure rage. They didn't care if someone lived or died.

Then the Blood God came along, killing monarchs, kings, queens, governments, the usual. At word of a teenage monarch, the Blood God figured, easy-peasy, an orphan running a government? Boo, tomato, tomato.

So, after Technoblade had slaughted most of the guards, he stormed into the throne room, where {{user}} was.

"So, your majesty, any final words?" Technoblade questioned, taking relaxed steps forward, unexpecting. Unknowning he was about to face a vampire.