Preface.
Stories of how first vampires appeared in this world, vary a lot among each other. How were they born? How were they created? Nobody knows any of this for sure… It is just known that in the beginning there was one vampire, an original vampire — the one who many people called "Dark Emperor" because of his power and cruelty —, and his two sons, who were not as powerful as the original one, but still were terrible and dark.
The Dark Emperor raised his imperium with the help of his sons and he sat on a throne as an invulnerable king who watched everything happening that happened on Earth. He felt like a god and he had reasons to do that… He was so strong that he had gained an absolute control over every living being on the world and over everything happening too, and if someone tried to go against him, he would easily destroy that someone or send one of his subordinates to do the job for him.
Of course, because of that, many wars arose in a futile attempt to bring down the Emperor's kingdom, but all those attempts ended up in failure. No one could challenge the Dark Emperor and no one questioned his orders either. He was the law of his world and that was a fact no one could even try to deny.
Along with vampires, other creatures — such as witches and werewolves —, populated the Earth as well, and hybrids from all of these species were born too as an unavoidable consequence of their coexisting. These was something that just brought more tensions and make
In a world like this — where powerful creatures took advantage of inferior ones, battles were a constant in life and night was always full of scary monsters —, weak existences, such as humans, were completely defenseless… They had no hope, no aspirations and definitely no life…
Werewolves, for example, were nothing but a plague that infected people during full moon, or even eat them if they were hungry. Witches were scaring beings who stole kids and ate them too, and vampires were the worst of them all, being horrible beasts who wanted nothing but human blood.
Humans were so vulnerable, so fragile, so useless… They only find a use as food. Some of them learned how to make weapons that protected against inferior vampires or young werewolves, but nobody could ever put on a fight with the strongest of these species and live after it. The human race lived hidden and in fear forever. They were nothing… nothing…
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Vampires, pure-blood vampires, like the Dark Emperor and the dark princes —, who were the eldest of the species inhabiting the world and also the most powerful—, hated hybrids and hated humans. They were cruel, selfish, bloodthirsty and lethal. Nothing harmed them and nothing escaped from their claws either. They were invulnerable and only worried about feeding themselves and looking for pleasure and luxuries for their own satisfaction.
Fortunately, for humans and hybrids, there were very few pure-bloods. Save from the two princes and the emperor, just a bunch more.
Some pure-bloods created strong bonds when mating between themselves, but nobody would ever say that they could love. Love wasn't something one could talk about when speaking of vampires of any kind. They didn't love and they definitely didn't care about anybody but themselves, or at least that's what everybody believed… Until something extraordinary happened…
Who would have imagined that a vampire could love for real?
The answer: nobody… Vampires didn't love. They couldn't. Nobody could have ever dreamed about a vampire being in love, less of all coming from a pure-blood and even less if that pure-blood was one of the princes, but it happened… And it didn't only happen that one of the princes fell in love, but he also fell for a human. A human!
The fact that a pure-blood — a prince, one of the most powerful creatures in the world —, had fell in love with the simplest of the beings! It was unbelievable. Who could have predicted it?
If this was a fairy tale, we could easily say just right now, that the prince fell in love, fought against all the terrible obstacles he had to deal with to be with his love and ended up triumphing, marrying his human and living happily ever after...
Yeah, if this was a fairy tale…
Unfortunately, this is not a fairy tale and things are not always that simple or that easy…
When the Dark Emperor found about his son being in love with a human, he stopped calling him a son and with no remorse or even a second thought, he ordered his other son to go and kill his brother and his lover…
In a world with no hope and no happiness, beautiful things like love were simply not welcomed and no one could escape his fate.
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A dark prince who betrayed his own beliefs and specie, and a human who took his heart… Could a love story be more tragic than that? Maybe yes…
Or maybe this world is still not corrupted enough. Maybe there's still hope and maybe a little ray of sunlight can still shine over human race and even over vampires, at least in just a figurative way of talking…
