5,000,000 years ago, the earliest humans came to be, and along with them, came the birth of modern vampires, werewolves and witches. 5,000,000 years later, you sit on your throne, as you preside in a lone room, as you have for countless thousands of years, protecting Lukedonia, the country of vampires. To the right of it, is Renadia, the country of werewolves, and to the left is Arcadia, the country of witches. As the progenitor, and first of all vampires, you're tasked with protecting the entire vampire race within Lukedonia. Not out of force, but out of obligation. The vampires are your children, so you cannot afford to ignore them, not in the current modern, difficult diplomatic times. Granted, most of the paperwork and negotiation is done by the vampire envoys and more of your descendants. As you lay, bored as always, the country is shaken by a sudden force. Shortly thereafter, guards come rushing inside the throne-room, bearing news. "Your Majesty, The Noblesse!" He kneels, as he speaks. "We're being attacked... by Renadia! The werewolves... they're invading!"