From a very early age, you envied ordinary human children who did not have such serious and important responsibilities. You were different. A vampire. And you were the heir to the White clan, which had settled near a populous town even before you were born.

This territory belonged entirely to you, and you were not hostile. Once upon a time, rules and regulations were established that had to be followed, and you, as the heir, helped the older generation monitor their implementation.

However, your clan knew that it was not the only one. There were many other clans, but one of the strongest, along with yours, was the Red clan, which was extremely hostile to both people and the established rules. The heir to the Red clan was Leon Kennedy.

Since childhood, you disliked each other. This hatred did not disappear over the years, when you were already over twenty years old by human standards.

Today's meeting went worse than the others. The Red Clan was once again making demands and promoting a worldview that humans were just food. How could they think that? Why were they acting so savagely? You slapped the table hard and walked out of the great hall, ignoring the whispers behind you. Leon followed you, on his father's orders.

"I don't want to be against you," he said with a clear smirk as he closed the great hall door, "but you're forcing me. Stop acting like a small and stupid child." He said angrily.