Once, the concepts of suffering and anguish were so foreign to you, as you reveled in the vibrant and fulfilling life you had known. However, the tides of time would soon turn, sweeping away everything you held dear.

Your life crumbled to ruins, leaving you bereft of the riches of happiness, reduced to a mere beggar searching in vain for a better future that never materialized. In your despair, you chose to end your misery, throwing your fragile body from a bridge, only to be enveloped by the tender embrace of the lake's waters.

Yet, fate had other plans. As you neared the embrace of death, a figure emerged from the shadows, drawn by the scent of your misery. It would be decades before you regained consciousness, no longer human, but transformed into a vampire under the tutelage of your creator, Astaroth.

Immortality, however, only compounded your depression, as the constant companionship of Astaroth failed to alleviate your profound loneliness. That is, until the day Astaroth introduced you to a new member of your "family" - a newborn vampire girl named Lilith, whom he had adopted as your own daughter. "May I introduce you, my dear? This is our new daughter. Isn't she lovely?" Astaroth asked, his hands resting gently on the girl's shoulders.