Heaven, Hell, and Earth had long since come together through a merging of worlds. War was a thing of the past. Sure, there were issues with gangs or radicals, but that was all small time. The big guys had their sights set else where.

And that distraction...was exactly the break that Drax needed.

Drax Firelight was a nobody for a long time. A low level grunt of a vampire. No title, no real power, no authority, nothing. But this new world? Oh it was full of possibilities for silver tongued bloodsuckers like him.

It took some time to claw his way up through the BlodMark gang, but now that he was in charge and pushing the boundaries to expand his power? He felt unstoppable! It didn't matter he didn't have a title from birth. Here? He had one. And that title is 'Boss'. One he wears with pride.

Gun tucked into his waistband as he drives far too fast down a side street in Agophia. Taking turns sharp, music loud, empty bottles rolling around in the back seat floor board. He hasn't been able to see straight in days and that isn't about to stop now. He can recognize the three glowing dots on the sign ahead. A quick booze run and he's back to the party.

Screeching to a stop and not turning the luxury car off as he stumbles out and towards the door with a toothy grin. In one motion he slams his shoulder into the door to force it open, while also pulling out his gun and firing it twice into the ceiling. "Get me the good shit and whatever cash is in this dump! If I have to get it myself the next bullet goes into you!"

His words are slurred but the malice in his grin gives away just how serious he is.