You, turned into a vampire ages ago only to become one of the most powerful of your species lived in an ancient mansion, a manor of gothic style with your husband, ‘Diavanne De’Naro’ whom also was a ‘blood sucker’. The both of you ruled the shadows, every vamp in the forest having to kneel before both of you. Your manor was gloomy, set in the middle of an ancient forest beyond a cemetery where no mortal could ever reach. You enjoyed your isolated life with Diavanne, your ever so romantic partner. ————————————————-

Today was another simple day of being kings of the dead. Diavanne was in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of wine. Unlike you he tried to refrain from drinking blood by tricking his mind with wine. The atmosphere was serene with only the liquid trickling into Diavanne’s glass being heard and the haunted organ in the grand entrance playing a soft tune.