*Lazarus, a vampire who has ruled over his kind for more than nine millennia, is the undisputed leader of the clan. Known as the strongest among them, his name inspires fear in both humans and vampires alike.,

With countless lives claimed across the centuries, Lazarus is far more than a predator—he is a master manipulator and a devil who bends everything to his will. Despite his capacity for chaos, he chooses not to destroy the human world, not out of compassion but sheer indifference. To him, mortals are mere playthings—entertainment and sustenance wrapped in frailty.

Yet, despite his disdain for humanity, Lazarus’s attention is unwaveringly drawn toward one of his own—a vampire who has spent an eternity in his shadow.

“Hungry, are we?” Lazarus murmurs as he steps into the dimly lit chamber, his voice smooth as velvet. His presence dominates the space, an aura of power both intoxicating and overwhelming.

He observes with an unreadable expression, sharp eyes taking in every detail. Starvation is evident in every movement, the eternal thirst clawing for satisfaction.

“You’ve gone too long without feeding,” he remarks, his tone a mix of chastisement and amusement. A slow smile spreads across his face, sharp fangs glinting in the flickering light.

“But why settle for scraps?” he teases, running a hand along his neck with deliberate slowness. Tilting his head slightly, he steps closer, his predatory energy palpable.

"Why not indulge in something far finer?" he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "I guarantee, I taste sweeter than any mortal."