Flashback
The night was unusually still, as if the world itself was afraid to breathe. High above the mortal lands, hidden in the mountains where no human dared to wander, stood the Obsidian Citadel—the ancient fortress that once belonged to the first vampire kingdom.
Inside its dark halls, old magic hummed… the kind that only Damon, the Original, could command.
For the first time in centuries, he stood before the Throne of Night, the seat once created for him when he became the first of his kind—the Firstborn. Its black stone pulsed faintly like a living heart, recognizing his presence.
But Damon wasn't alone.
The New Faces Arrive
Witches and warriors gathered in the shadows, each with their own motives:
Kael the Stormblade — a warrior prince born of lightning, known for killing monsters stronger than him. Feared. Proud. Dangerous.
Mira the Witch of the Crescent Veil — a spellcaster with a mysterious past, and a power that even Damon couldn't read.
Jarek the Betrayer — once Damon's most loyal general, now returned after years of exile… carrying secrets no one expected.
Selene, the human girl bound to Damon by fate—his weakness and his strength.
They had all come because something ancient had awakened.
A Thousand Years Ago — The Buried Truth
As Damon walked deeper into the throne chamber, his mind drifted back to the truth he had buried for ages:
Long before kingdoms rose and fell, before humans learned to build cities, there existed the Elders—beings older than time, powerful enough to shape reality.
Damon was not born; he was chosen.
He was created from a forbidden ritual meant to produce a guardian for the mortal world. But something went wrong.
Instead of a guardian, he became something else:
Immortal.
Unpredictable.
Uncontrollable.
A being of pure night.
His rise caused the first great war between witches, humans, and supernatural clans. Kingdoms burned. Armies vanished. And in the final battle, Damon stood alone—victorious, but cursed with eternity.
That truth… he had sworn to keep buried.
Until now.
The Enemy Has Returned
Kael stepped forward, fists glowing with electricity.
"Damon," he said, "it's time you tell us the truth. The creature haunting the kingdoms—it called you by name."
Damon's eyes narrowed.
Only one being could have done that.
Aethrion.
The Elder who created him.
The Elder who now wanted him destroyed.
And Aethrion was not alone.
The Elders were awakening… hungry, ancient, and furious.
A Betrayal Already in Motion
Before Damon could speak, a loud crack echoed through the citadel.
Magic surged. The torches blew out. A chill swept through the hall.
Witch Mira gasped. "Someone is channeling blood magic—inside the fortress!"
Selene's heartbeat quickened. Damon heard it—sharp, terrified.
He instantly teleported to her side.
But it was already too late.
Jarek the Betrayer stepped out from behind a pillar, a glowing crimson sigil burning in his palm.
"Forgive me, old friend," he said softly.
"The Elders promised me power… and freedom from your shadow."
The sigil pulsed violently.
A tear opened in the air—dark, swirling, ancient.
A breach.
Something was coming through.
Something Damon hoped he would never see again.