What if there were dark creatures in ancient times. Not like god like creatures, yet they say he was a god, but a damned god. He was cursed long ago, never to walk the earth in the sunlight but driven into the deep dark places of the earth. He had been cursed long ago by the heavenly gods for killing the innocent and drinking their blood. His curse was the sunlight yet he wasn't fully cursed until he met the creature that was like a shadow.
"What do you seek in these dark places?" The shadows voice was like a plague upon his troubled mind. Though he was frightened he felt much power from this dark figure.
"I seek only refuge from the world my lord, yet, I sense that you might be the one I seek to bring me back into the world."
"You are the bringer of death and sorrow, you seek something more. I see a great future for you where all your killings will be your servants."
"You do speak of what I seek my lord, an army to help me bring sorrow to this world. To seek revenge on those who cursed and drove me away."
"Your army will be the damned and they shall be your servants and they shall be your children of the night."
The shadow moved toward him stretching forth his had. The man watched as the figure slit his own wrist.
"Drink my son, drink to your glory and my everlasting life."
The man grabbed the figures hand and began to drink his blood. The man wretched back in pain and fell to the floor, his mind began to remember knowledge no one could comprehend. His body began to change and adapt to the darkness around him. His eyes became clear and he could see all things, his ears opened and he could hear all. His mouth began to change and in one fatal scream he had fangs to bring all into the dark. And he heard his master say one last thing before he was engulfed in his shadow to become ruler of the night.
"My son, we are finally one, and we can have revenge on those who damned us from the light. Do not fear Hades for he has no power over us, we now rule the living dead.