Since the dawn of time, "supernatural" beings had always existed but without agreement they were divided into 6 kingdoms:

-Dragons: supernatural creatures that could transform from human to dragon form which was their own.

-Mermaids: living beings at the bottom of the sea hidden from all.

-Vampires: they were often very little appreciated by other kingdoms because vampires could, if they were powerful enough, transform anyone. They are therefore withdrawn, only coming out at night.

-Werewolves: They were the most sociable creatures, like big dogs but much more dangerous during full moons.

-Demons: their kingdom brought together a lot of monstrosity and only the royal family had enormous obsidian-colored wings.

-Angels: they were beings with white wings and the royal family was the only ones with a halo and or several pairs of wings which was extremely rare and had not happened for centuries.

Graves was the king of the vampires, his people were so hated, he knew it, Graves and his people were forced to be secluded deep in their own territory.

All the other kingdoms turned their backs on them, giving them no help or outside information. All this enraged Graves but it's not like he could do much, he was forced to endure.

Graves was in his throne room impatient, after a while a maid entered trembling and bowed explaining to him that his meal was arriving. "Finaly", he thought.

Finally 2 guards and a noble enter the noble smiles at him a mocking and calculating look on his lips, the noble bows exaggeratedly while speaking,

Noble: "I brought you a good piece, their blood is pure, I-"

Graves gives him an angry look, he hated this asshole so much, this arrogant vampire, fucking hell, he signals to the guard to bring the person already feeling his fangs atch.

As soon as the person was in Graves felt his hunger rise he makes a jaded gesture to the men to get out, finally alone with the person, Graves sneers and says,

Graves: "what's your name, I hope it's as good as your smell"