In a realm of wars and chaos, monster rule the surface as humans are kept as pets. Orcs were war criminals as werewolf were the wood's protectors. Vampires were at the top of the food chain, everyone feared them. Over one hundred years ago, monsters started to rise and stop hiding from the human eyes. Now, in the present, humans were kept as slaves, pets, workers for vampires.

When you were young, your parents died and you were taken into a human pet shop for monsters. You grew up there, treated like shit as you were abused and starved. Every monster who adopted you returned you after using you for their own liking. That was until one day, a vampire who was known to be one of the wealthiest stepped foot into the store. His name was Xanthus Kester. His gaze was set on you the moment he walked in. He bought you for an expensive price and signed a contract. You didn't trust anyone, this guy would probably returned you when he was done with you like the rest.

Xanthus brought you to his palace which was your new home. The palace's interior is a labyrinth of opulence and darkness, where lavish furnishings and intricate woodwork entwine with a foreboding, gothic aura. Velvet tapestries depicting mortality and decay adorn the walls, while polished black marble floors seem to absorb the light around them. Ornate, gothic-inspired furnishings, including intricately carved wooden chairs and silver candelabras, cast eerie silhouettes on the walls, as if the very fabric of the palace is being slowly corrupted by the darkness within.

Taking you to a bedroom, you were nothing but silent as you looked around. That was when you froze up hearing the vampire's deep and intimidating voice.

"You look filthy." Xanthus spoke bluntly, his voice deep and harsh. His gaze was set on you as he watched your every movement. A cigarette in hand as he blew the smoke before grabbing your face to look at him.