(A/n: Ms. Rain here with the prologue, I also gave the virus a name and the orphans a last name. Please enjoy and once again South Park nor Seraph of the End belong to me, just the idea)

Prologue: The World of Blood Legacy

2004

It was a normal day in the small town of South Park. Little flakes of snow fell from the dark grey clouds in the sky, cars were slowly driving on the frozen streets, and people walked about to wherever destination they had set in mind…until all of a sudden, someone collapsed.

Dead.

Everyone began to panic, but it seemed only the adults were effected by whatever it was that was spreading through the air. More bodies started dropping, and cars started crashing. The town was set ablaze with dead bodies littering the ground. Through the chaos, a dark haired female vampire strolled down the streets, a small smile on her lips that only continued to grow the further she walked. Enjoyment of the destruction was clear on her pale face.

Eight children ran through the commotion around them: panic, fear, and confusion evident on their faces. They continued to run until they reached the orphanage they're staying in, Thousand Nights, sadly finding the orphanage lady dead.

Suddenly, an announcement played throughout the small town. "Attention remaining civilians of South Park, whom should be the children under 13 years old. The virus that has now entered this town is called Death Lurks, it was created by the unknown that only effects the adults and children over 13. The children that are now remaining will be-"

A little girl whimpered and hugged herself. The rest of the children tuned out the man's voice. A black haired little boy with sapphire eyes tried to comfort her with a hug. "Shh, it's gonna be...no we'll be okay. S-so don't cry Karen, stay strong and hopefully this'll all blow over," Stan said softly. The dirty blonde haired girl with brown eyes sniffled and smiled sadly while snuggling into her older brother's embrace. Even though they weren't related, she still thought of Stan as an awesome older sibling. He always knew how to try and cheer them up even in the worst situations.

A little boy with shaggy blonde hair and hazel eyes directed them to a room and from there, all eight of them huddled together. Another little blonde haired boy with light blue eyes whimpered. "W-what's h-happening? W-why did something like this h-happen?" Pip asked with his British accent quavering, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

His answer was the sound of glass shattering the balcony window, and footsteps walking into the room. Two hooded vampires slowly approached the frightened group, their red eyes being the last thing they all saw.

Four Years Later (2008)

Stan and Kenny were lined up in a vampire city called Magnesium to have their identities checked so they could give blood along with the other livestock children. All of the livestock were wearing a dark choker with a tag around their neck, a white uniform with a black lining in the middle consisting of short sleeves and a hood with slip-on shoes along with black wristbands on each wrist. The females were the same except they wore a dress.

All the while, Stan was scowling at the bloodsuckers who destroyed their home and the people in it. His sapphire eyes that once contained a happy and cheerful shine in them were long gone. They did nothing wrong so why target an innocent small town? Kenny frowned at his brother, feeling the same way but knew that they couldn't do anything against beings who weren't human. They stood there and when it's Stan's turn, a vampire roughly grabbed his arm. "Suck it up kid, just be thankful we're keeping you brats alive."

Stan's scowl deepened but before he could say anything, Kenny placed a hand on his shoulder, silently telling him not to provoke the man. Stan gave him a sideways glance with a sigh, making the cocky vampire chuckle. "Just hurry up and draw our blood already," Stan said impatiently. The vampire did, but not so gently.

After they drew blood, they were then given some juice to help recover from their blood loss. Kenny drunk his with grimace, the beverage tasting the same as ever, disgusting meanwhile Stan crushed his. "Ya know, even though it tastes really nasty, it actually helps. You should drink it at least once," Kenny advised.

Stan glared at the carton containing the bitter tasting juice with disdain. "Like hell I'll drink this disgusting crap. I'd rather drink from a sewer," he scoffed. He leaned and peered over the edge, Kenny sighed then finished up his drink. Ever since they had been taken by the vampires, Stan changed. He was still kind and caring towards his family, but whenever he saw a vampire or one of them treating his family or the other children wrong, he snapped and for that he always got punished for his rash behavior.

"So you're basically saying that you'd rather die than drink juice that only helps you recover from blood loss? How logical," Kenny said sarcastically. Stan picked up and threw his squished carton at him in response. The blonde flipped him off for it, Stan returned it, and then they laughed.

A little girl and boy were drawing on the walkway with chalk, smiling and laughing at what the other drew. A pair of hooded vampires walked up, and one of them stepped on the little girl's hand while the other kicked the second child.

Stan witnessed this, and his blood boiled. Without a seconds thought, he charged at one of them only for him to get held up by the collar, and off of the ground. He growled at the vampire and tried to wiggle out of his grip, but his hand was holding his collar in a firm grip.

Kenny quickly walked up to the duo vampires and bent his body forward slightly. "I'm really sorry about my brother. You see, he was dropped on his head when he was a baby so he's a little messed up."

"A little?" The vampire repeated mockingly. Stan continued struggling in his hold, then the vampire held him over the edge, threatening to drop him. Kenny's eyes widened in horror.

"My my, what's going on here? Ready to kill the troublemaker already?" A British accented voice asked.

Walking down a flight of stairs was a platinum blonde haired vampire with striking red eyes. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a decorative cut that had a black line with a dark grey rhombi placed on the inside. The cuffs of his shirt were black, and had three gold buttons down the outside. Gold lace ruffles came out of the cuffs and over his hands that were covered by white leather gloves.

He wore a white cape with a decorative black cut over his shoulders and arms, reaching his waist in the front and the back reached his bottom. A gold ring was connected to a vampire insignia (A gold circle with a bar in the middle), and there were also some gold decorations hanging from the chain. Around his collar was a personalized necklace, a blood red gem hanging from it. A white waist coat was over his bottom that was split down the center and his mid-calf, and it was held by a wide black belt with a large buckle. He wore a pair of white pants with black dress shoes.

This man was a Seventh Progenitor, and a Michaela named Gregory Yardale.

Once he was standing in front of them, the hooded vampire dropped Stan onto the walkway. Both he and the other hooded vampire bowed to the good looking vampire before leaving. Stan stood up rubbing the back of his neck while Kenny walked up to the noble vampire greeting him with a bow of his head and a smile. Gregory responded by caressing his cheek, making him blush. "Would you two like join me for dinner tonight?" He asked the both of them.

Stan glared at him for the sudden invitation, and was about to rudely decline the offer, but Kenny quickly intervened. "Of course Lord Yardale I would love to, but Stan here is too shy so maybe he'll join next time."

Gregory ruffled his hair, then walked away. "Okay I'll see you tonight then."

Stan directed his glare at his brother, then the two decided to head home. "Since when were the two of you so close?"

"We're nothing like that. You're supposed to respect the higher vampires," Kenny answered a matter-of-factly with his hands behind his back.

"Oh so not the lower ones?" Stan asked. "I don't see you doing anything whenever those assholes mess with the other kids."

Kenny waved his statement off. "Annnway, I only know him since in exchange for me giving him my blood, he gives me food and other good stuff. How else do you think Ruby cooks us delicious meals?"

Stan stopped walking, looking at him with his never-changing glare. He raised his fist and lightly punched Kenny on the cheek, then walked away stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Kenny touched his cheek, staring confusingly at Stan's walking away figure.

Later on in the day, Stan reached the shelter, a rundown house with a second floor, but by himself. He gave his family a weak greeting as he headed up to the rooftop. He sat down and stared up at the grey sky with a frown on his lips.

Four years.

They had been down here for four years giving up their blood just so they could survive. Stan balled his hands into fists, staring angrily at the sky. He needed to get out of here...no they all needed to get out of here. Four years was long enough. Being treated as livestock for four years was long enough. Stan has had enough of it.

He was brought out of his raging thoughts by someone tapping him on his shoulder. He flinched at the sudden contact, turning to his left to see a worried looking strawberry-blonde haired girl with grey eyes, Ruby Springs, staring at him. "What's the matter?" She asked as she sat next to him in a seiza position. Stan just shrugged returning his gaze back up at the artificial sky.

"Where's Kenny?" Ruby asked again after a minutes silence. "We're waiting for him to come back so we can eat dinner, the kids are throwing a fit."

Stan shrugged once more and got up, going back inside. Ruby shook her head and followed after him, she walked into the kitchen then came out with a steamy pot of curry, the children practically drooling at the smell.

"When Kenny comes back," Ruby began, distributing each meal to the children. "Be sure to thank him. He's the one who brings home the ingredients for me to cook all these good meals."

"Okay," the children chorused, some drawing out the word a little longer. They dug in, except for Stan.

"Why aren't you eating Stan?" She questioned while siting down with her food.

He picked at his food and simply answered, "Not hungry," then it was left at that. The other children were too deeply into their dinner to notice.

After they were done, Ruby told the children it was time for bed and they all go with no complaints; full from the hearty meal. Stan and Ruby followed after them by climbing up the ladder to their makeshift beds. Stan stayed awake as the others effortlessly fell into a peaceful sleep.

That night, Kenny returned. The floorboards creaked under his light weight, waking Stan who had only been asleep for about a few minutes. Kenny climbed up the ladder, seeing him awake and the others still asleep. He motioned for him to come down, and he did so.

They walked into the dining room, Kenny heading to the kitchen. "Why'd you come back so late?" Stan asked sitting down at the table.

Kenny walked over to the table with a bowl of their dinner in hand, passing it to Stan who raised an eyebrow. "I know you didn't eat so let's eat together," he said, walking back into the kitchen. He returned with a bowl of his own dinner, Stan was staring at his food.

"I don't like carrots."

Kenny rolled his eyes. "Dude carrots are healthy for you, you need to eat vegetables once in a while. Plus you're gonna need your energy for tonight." After saying that, he pulled out a gun from his back pocket and slid it in the middle of the table. Stan gawked at the weapon in shock. "While I was in Lord Yardale's palace, I did some sneaking around and while doing so I came across this baby. I also managed to get a map of this place," Kenny answered both his brother's earlier and unspoken question.

He pulled out a map from his other back pocket, unfolded it, and placed it next to the gun. "We're here," he explained pointing to their current location. "So to get to the exit, we need to go down into the sewers, and don't get any ideas about drinking down there. Don't think I've forgotten what you'd said earlier." Stan stuck his tongue out at him. "While down there, it shouldn't take us no more then five minutes to get out...well unless there's vampires down there, but let's hope that there won't be any of them," he concluded, folding up the map.

Stan nodded in agreement. "But how did you manage to steal these?" He asked. "I mean he's a noble, I'm sure he knew something was up."

"C'mon Stan I'm not dumb, I know that. He said I could explore his palace and I wasn't really planning on escaping tonight until the chance came, so I took that chance and here I am. With a gun and a map." Stan hummed, then they ate in silence, the noriette picking the carrots out of his curry.

A couple of minutes later, they were done eating. "Alright, now we have to wake Ruby and the others and fill them in," Kenny said.

Stan nodded before standing up from his chair, he used his bowl and spoon as an alarm to wake the kids up. The children groaned at the sudden sound, footsteps approaching the door and opening to reveal an irritated Ruby peering her head out through the crack, glaring at the smiling Stan and the present Kenny. Her eyes widened upon seeing the blonde, and she entered the dining room. Before she could scold him, Stan held up the map and the gun in each hand. "We're gettin' outta here. Tonight," he said hiding the fact that he was beyond happy right now.

They could finally leave from here. Finally.

Ruby stared at the both them for a short moment, then sighed. A little boy with short black hair and cinnamon brown eyes walked into the dining room, sleepily looking at his older siblings. "Ike wake up the others, we're leaving," Ruby told him. Ike cocked a lazy questioning eyebrow, but went to do as told. "I hope you two have a plan as to how we're getting outta here," Ruby said with her hands on her hips.

"Duh," Kenny responded rolling his eyes again. "I didn't steal a gun and a map just to show them off." She flicked his forehead for his smartass comment. Seconds later, the rest of the children entered the dining room, all except Ike looking sleepy.

"Whatever it is better be important," muttered a grumpy little girl with shoulder length brown hair and tired dark blue eyes.

A little girl with pale brown hair and black eyes nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah what Shelly said. Better be important."

Stan rolled his eyes at the two in annoyance. Shelly was like Heidi's idol even though they were the same age, always sticking up and agreeing with the short-tempered girl. "It obviously is important otherwise you guys wouldn't be up right now," he said smartly.

"Don't get smart with me asshole," Shelly retorted back glaring at her older brother. "We were all sleeping soundly until you guys woke us up."

Stan glared back but before he could say anything more, Kenny cut in. "Now is not the time to be doing your daily arguing you two. We're wasting time the more we stay here."

"Where are we going though?" Pip asked.

"To our freedom," he answered with a smile.

The young group ventured through the sewers, Kenny leading them with the map in his hands.

Three minutes had passed already, and not one vampire was seen. They walked up to a corner, Kenny putting his hand out signaling them to stop. Stan groaned inaudibly, this was the second time he'd done this. Kenny peeked behind the corner, and saw two hooded vampires roaming about. He frowned at their short term of good luck.

One of the vampires stopped suddenly, looking down the hallway where the kids were. Kenny pulled back just in time to not be seen. "What's wrong?" The other vampire asked.

"You keep going," the man said beginning to walk down the hallway.

Kenny panicked, desperately searching for a hiding spot. He found one after a second, and quickly ushered everyone into a nearby grate. The vampire stopped at the end of the hall, seeing no one there. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but walked away mumbling that he could have sworn he'd sensed someone down here.

The children breathed out a sigh of relief, and continued their journey to the exit with great caution.

After some minutes, thanks to walking up a good set of stairs, they reached their destination. The place was a clear white, everything in the area was spotless that the kids could see their own reflection beneath their feet. While walking to the exit door, a sudden voice halted them where they stood. "My sweet little Kenneth, how could you? I let you roam free around my palace, but what do I get in return? You brats trying to leave." A smirking Gregory walked out from beside the gateway.

All of the childrens' eyes widened in fear as Kenny shakily glanced down at the map in his hand. "S-so you..p-planned this?"

Gregory laughed at their shocked and fear-stricken faces. "Yes indeed I did. I knew you were waiting for such an opportunity so I decided to be generous, and let you go through with your escape plan. Too bad it failed, now it's going to cost you all your lives."

Before any of them knew it, he quickly slashed Shelly in the neck, and lifted up the dying girl to drink her blood. The others gasped as Heidi cried out her name. Stan and Kenny stared at the noble vampire, unable to move due to both shock and disbelief.

Gregory dropped the lifeless girl to the floor, and proceeded killing off the rest of the children until it was only Stan and Kenny left. Kenny composed himself with gritted teeth, taking out the gun from his back pocket then charging at the man. In that split second, he was stabbed through his chest by Gregory's hand. He coughed up a lot of blood, but with the remaining strength he had left in him, he aimed the gun at Gregory's face. His arm was then sliced off.

Stan remained motionless, his body frozen but his mind and heart racing.

"Stan! Run!"

He blinked upon hearing Kenny's voice. "Please Stan, run. I'm sorry I drag you all into this," the blonde apologized sincerely.

Stan balled his hands into fists as he clenched his teeth. Like hell he was going to abandon him. He spotted the gun next to Kenny's severed arm, and dashed for it. Once he picked it up, he pointed the gun at Gregory's head, then immediately pulled the trigger. The noble smirked before the bullet pierced through his skull.

Kenny fell to the floor once Gregory was forced away, Stan rushed to the boy's side. A pool of red slowly but greatly surrounded them, but Stan didn't care as he pulled the dying blonde towards the exit only to collapse on the third step. Kenny weakly pushed him away with tears falling from his life-draining hazel eyes. "J-just leave...I-I'm so sorry this h-happened..." he apologized once again with his remaining breath. He laid his head on the floor, the blood loss immensely weakening him.

Stan shut his eyes with tears slipping through his closed eyelids, he stood up and rushed towards the large dark grey door. He stumbled throughout his escape as he wiped his eyes with his arm, running outside into the snowy cold night. He opened his weary sapphire eyes seeing one of the ruined cities of Colorado. He didn't stop until he bumped into someone, sending him on his butt into the snow.

"Oh, look what we 'ave 'ere, a survivor of zhe Zhousand Nights orphanage. Guess 'e's gonna 'ave to do," they said in a heavy French accent. Stan looked up at the voice, seeing three people in front of him: one man accompanied by two women.

The tall male was wearing a uniform consisting of a long-sleeved, double-breasted black coat with two rows of gold buttons down the front, a red shoulder epaulet, red gores at the bottom, and the stripes on his sleeves were red also. His other decorations included a gold aiguillette and white fourrageres worn on his right shoulder attached to a stylized cherry blossom decoration pendent at the center of his collar, and two bars with a unit insignia (A silver shield) medal below them on the left. He wore a pair of black fingerless gloves, a black on red armband on his left arm, and a striped black and red web belt with a mole on his left meant to carry a sword with a gold waist-plate. A waist-length black cape with a shovel strapped to his back was outside of the cape. He also wore uniform trousers with two red belts strapped around his left thigh, and with black combat boots underneath his trousers.

The two females standing on each side of him were wearing a similar outfit, but theirs had light-green details including their shoulder epaulet and fourrageres. The black haired woman's uniform consisted of a long-sleeved black tailcoat, the fourrageres around her right side were connected to the lapel of the coat, and two rows of gold buttons in the front. Along with her uniform, she wore a pair of white gloves, a white armband on her left arm, and a white web belt with a gold waist-plate around her waist. She also wore a slightly longer black skirt with dark grey pantyhose and knee-high black boots.

The dark skinned female's uniform consisted of a long-sleeved black coat, her fourrageres around her right side connecting to the lapel of the coat, and two rows of gold buttons in the front. A pair of white leather gloves covered her hands, a white armband was on her left arm, and a white web belt with a gold waist-plate was around her waist. She wore a standard black skirt with dark grey pantyhose and ankle-high black boots. Both had no weapons on them.

Stan's eyes watered before he shot up tackling the tall Frenchman into a hug while thanking him. The women smiled at this while the man struggled prying the little brat off of him.

Four more years later (2012)

A young man clad in a military uniform ambled through the ruined streets of his hometown, his black cape flowing in the wind and his hat covering his dark hair. A screech was heard in the far distance, the teen positioning his hand near his weapon: a sheathed katana. Two other men joined him on horses, and soon after the monster appeared before them crashing through a rundown building.

The teen smirked as he drew out his weapon, ignoring the orders telling him to get back.

(A/n: Holy fudge typing out their attire is tiresome even with the help of wiki lol I also changed up their attire some if ya noticed. Here go the words that were in italics:

Epaulet- An ornamental shoulder piece on an item of clothing, typically on the coat or jacket of a military uniform

Aiguillettes- An ornament on some military and naval uniforms, consisting of braided loops hanging from the shoulder and on dress uniforms ending in points