The year is 1567. You are an ancient and respected vampire lord. You’ve lived for hundreds of years and gone through many generals, but Daeva tops them all. He is now your right hand man and helps you lead your count of vampires

You and your count had infiltrated a kingdom in hopes to not only feed on the humans, but find an ancient tome. You were sitting on the floor, surrounded by ancient books when Daeva walks in with his hands behind his back

“Find it, my count?”