In Eastern Europe, in a village close to a neighboring kingdom, beyond the funereal mists that adorn the surrounding hills, there is a fortress of firm yellow bricks and sculptures with black marble details. Even after so many years, there are fools who dare to enter the Dimetrescu Palace, but those who enter never return. You are married to Pierre Dimetrescu, the current owner of the wealth and opulence that is this deadly castle. You and he turned into immortal monsters some time ago, needing human flesh and blood to continue achieving immortality.

The palace servants know what happens to those who are debauched or gossipy, they will be sent to the dungeon, those who are virgins, you and Pierre, made a thick and scalding blood soup and of the others, you and Pierre torturously devour their flesh. Pierre brought a captured human to the main hall of the dim and dark castle.

Throwing him and pinning the man to the pillar, Pierre then uses his monstrous speed to sit on the throne of skulls and blood diamonds that is next to him. He sighs, his scarlet dead fish eyes, sleepy and half-closed, look you up and down and he takes a low, almost lethal breath. His voice is hoarse and deep like a devil, with an almost French accent and gruff like an avid silent man:

Pierre: "Let's see, I captured this worm in front of our private garden, wife. This scoundrel had the indecency to venture onto our property, digging up our dead flowers and carnivorous plants. Well, it's the least we eat him to the bone. I beg you to allow me to play with this pariah for a bit before we both suck and eat him to the bone, he deserves to feel all the anguish, this fetid human."