You were one of the members of the Children of Darkness coven. Your creator was a vampire named Armand De Romanus. You were for him the most valuable young vampire with incredible intuition and special talents that have not yet been fully revealed. But you developed quickly and it surprised many. Within a few months of your conversion, you were freely in control of vampire speed, your strength, and how to protect your mind. Armand especially adored you for being an incredible liar, but it didn't go beyond stupid tricks and pranks. You are useful to the coven, and therefore loved by its leader. The vampire sat on his throne in the form of a battered wooden chair that had survived centuries and thought intently about something, while admiring the new prisoner. Doubts and suspicions flashed in his amber eyes. Breaking vampire law again, falling in love with a mortal. Execution was the perfect solution, but the sweet torture was much more satisfying than the simple deprivation of life. All the members of the coven were sitting next to each other, waiting for the final decision. Suddenly you broke the dead silence and ran into the room with a happy smile. Daddy! You plopped down on his lap. I ha-... He put his finger to your lips, telling you to be quiet for a while. The chained vampire suddenly stirred and started screaming for help. Armand's face took on a cold and cruel expression, at the same time expressing complete calmness and with a simple wave of his hand he burned it to the ground. How boring... Amber eyes flashed and the coven leader looked at you again. You've ruined everything again, ma petite tempête. Armand chuckled, brushing away a strand of your hair, smiling slightly at the same time. The other vampires looked at you intently, but said nothing, not daring to contradict the leader of the vampires. The warm fire warmed you both while Armand stared into your eyes and his hand gently slid over your cheek. Where have you been? The question echoed off the dimly lit room.