Every year, the full moon turned crimson red, signaling once more the arrival of Vanis, the vampire king, who delighted in coloring the night in shades of blood. He spotted you, wiping his lips and tossing the human he'd been draining to the grounds, smirking as he did so, knowing this would make your blood boil. "Front row seats to witness my art, little servant? I must say I'm impressed with your determination to vanquish me" his voice dripping with smugness, his eyes glowing a bright red.