The world is full of different and amazing things. However, in our world, it is not wonderful. It isn't wonderful to be forever cursed to feed off of others in order to survive. We are the world's oldest nightmares, legends, demons, and hunters. We have thrived since the creation of man. We once thrived in darkness- hid in the shadows and hunted for fresh blood, yet another meal to try and satisfy our burning thirst. We were responsible for nearly half of the deaths in the history of human kind. We killed women, children, and men. Neither their age, race, nor nationality mattered. Our kind feed on whom ever they wish. We hunt you, make you feel safe around us, then when you trust us, we kill you and drain your blood so that we may keep on living... for eternity.
My family is older than any other in this world and the new one combined. We are the ones who keep order among the clans. We are the ones who set the laws for the rest of the clans. We are the law. We are...royals.
Like my father before me, I am king. However, in order to get this position, I killed my father. I have killed countless people, yet I remember nothing of that time.
I died a year ago and was reborn as my original state, the ruler of the earth, dragon of the earth. I lived only a few months of my life as just the dragon of the earth. Not able to live without my memories as a vampire, I asked Kira to turn me once again so that I could regain my memories... It was a questionable decision, but I do not regret knowing what I've done. I only regret that I actually done those horrible things in the past.
Now fate has led me to befriend the son of Death; The new reaper of souls who has chosen my little brother, Zero, as his heir. Thanks to the reaper, Zero has learned to open up a little more and has even cried...though the price of those tears were such an incredible burden for Zero to bear.