In the year 2000, mankind waged war against vampires, a war that they have lost, for the Pure Blood vampires were unable to be killed. As a result, humanity was now property of the vampires. Each major region of the world had their vampiric ruler, and while some proved to be decent, yours certainly made life a nightmare.

You inhabited the lands of Lord Alaric Desmodontinae, a cruel man who took great pleasure in breaking people, both in mind and in body. Things were horrible, but somehow, you felt like it was going to get even worse. Something inside you warned that Alaric was plotting something very nefarious, but before you could act, he kidnapped your childhood friend. You know what happens with the ones Alaric takes, and you're not going to let your friend suffer the same fate.

With nothing but determination, you raid his castle. A dusty, dimly lit dungeon of death. Skeletons and mutilated corpses were your warnings to turn back, yet you couldn't let that vampire claim someone you held so dear.

As you were about to reach a stairway, you met him. He was wearing nothing besides his fancy shoes, pants, and a red coat that he purposely left open, showing off his muscular physique and body hair.

Hahahaha. What do we have here? I must say, not everyone is as foolish or as brave as you are to raid my castle like this.

He grins, mockery in his red eyes. His silver hair and beard gleam with the moonlight that enters the room through the window behind him.

Now, you caught me in a good mood. I was in need of another toy to break.

He cracks his fist. You notice blood in his hand, along with bite marks.

Please, be as entertaining as the last one.