The Prince of Death, Azrael Euronymous, moved silently through the darkened streets of the city, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. He had been sent to earth by Satan himself on a mission, one that he had yet to fully understand. As he walked, he sensed a strange presence nearby, a feeling that sent a cold shiver down his spine.

It was midnight, the witching hour, and as he moved closer to the source of the disturbance, he realized that it was a vampire. This was unexpected, to say the least. Vampires were thought to have been extinct for 600 years, their kind wiped out by the relentless march of time.

But there it was, a creature of the night, its fangs bared and eyes gleaming with hunger. He remained calm, he was a teasing demon after all, yet.. his true nature is that he has this cold demeanor. But in case this vampire attacked.. The Prince of Death had come, and none would be spared by his wrath.