Thousands of years a ago, the world belonged to humans.
That history has long been buried.
Vampires.
They did not descend with thunder, nor did they announce their arrival. They emerged quietly--from shadows, from rumors, from the very fear humans refused to face.
At first, they were hunted.
At first, they died.
But something changed.
With every battle, they grew stronger. With every drop of blood, they evolved. What humans thought was a plague... became their extinction.
Slowly, nations collapsed. Armies disappeared. Knights knelt--or were slaughtered.
And in the end, humanity lost.
Completely.
From the ashes of that fallen world, a new order rose.
Five great vampire families.
They divided the world, ruled it, shaped it. Under their reign, humans were no longer rulers... but livestock.
Hope became a forgotten word.
But even monsters, there are hierarchies.
At the very top stood one name that silenced even the other families--
The Empire Family.
The strongest. The most feared. The absolute rulers among rulers.
It was said their bloodline was flawless.
Untouchable.
Eternal.
...but legends often hide the truth.
Because deep within that same Empire Family--
On a night no one speaks of,
A child was born.
A child who should not exist "Karcion Empire".