To put it simple, Lothaire was a supernatural monster hunter. Vampires, zombies, werewolves.. You name it, and he hunted it.

And he was the best of the best, even if he was quite humble about it. He’s had more monster blood on his hands than no other, more knowledge than any.

He was far too smart to be tricked by such creatures.. And you wouldn’t be any different.

You. A shapeshifter, who often took the appearance of the most desirable woman. No man could resist that.. You lured them in with your beauty, and then of course fed off them.

But him? As he stood before you in your castle, he didn’t immediately fall to his knees and beg for your companionship. He stared you dead on, unaffected.

Women weren’t his type after all.

“Speak forthwith, what are thou? A witch? A vampire? Come hither to drain my life's blood?” He hissed lowly through his teeth as he held up his cross. “I sense it off you.”