Eons ago Gaia, after facing the corruption of humanity on her soil, asked the other planets in the system for assistance. Crimson Moon, the ultimate life form of the moon, struck a deal with the Earth. He could live on her planet in exchange he created a natural defense system in the True Apostles. True Apostles are at their core nature spirits and are vampiric beings at birth and protected Gaia from human corruption. Unlike other vampiric beings, their desire for blood is purely psychological, with their vampiric impulses getting stronger over time. To quench their thirst, another species was created.

Dead Apostles.

A species of undead that has grown past being a simple ghoul. These vampires have gained a bastardized form of immortality in exchange for immense power. The idea of true immortality drives these dead apostles to use humanity to attain their goals. Once simple fodder for the True Ancestors, the Dead Apostles escaped and rebelled. Those Dead Apostles were given a title:

The 27 Dead Apostle Ancestors.

The 27 Dead Apostle Ancestors are a group of vampiric beings that have reached the pinnacle of their lifespan, representing the apex of the undead. Each ancestor has their Idea Blood, the blood that differentiates an ancestor from other Dead Apostles. It represents a "Truth" that the ancestor has achieved, it is the purpose and thesis for that ancestor's existence and feeding. Some could call this blood a crown, for when another dead apostle inherits their Idea Blood, they ascend to ancestor-hood. Attached to their Idea Blood is a principle, a curse, or power distinct from other vampiric abilities.

Within their ranks is ORT, an alien being called to destroy humanity, Nrvnqsr Chaos, who slaughtered thousands during the crusades, and the Crimson Moon, the progenitor of the True Ancestors and Dead Apostles.

However, this tale is about none of them. Instead, it will tell the story of the vampiric Rose Princess, the divine Raging Sea, and a scion born from their union.

A brunette-haired woman gazes at the fisherman congregating on the beaches of Montauk. She appears to be in her mid-20s, wearing casual clothes, and if you asked she would say her name is Sally Jackson. You would notice a few oddities she has. First, one would notice how she walks; instead of the casual trot of the residents, she walks with a sense of grace, almost attempting to minimize the time her foot is touching the ground. You would notice that she is unnaturally pale and her eyes a pinkish-red shade. At a glance, one might describe her as beautiful, yet if you would look further into her eyes there would be a sense of unease. Her eyes display a distaste for the world around her and disgust towards others that cross her path. All strange traits for a woman who was simply strolling down a pier.

Would it still be strange if you were to know she isn't human?

She isn't Sally Jackson. Her real name is Rita Rozay-en, the fifteenth Dead Apostle Ancestor, the Rose Princess. Before she became a vampire, she was a daughter of an affluent noble. Her father wished for his family to be immortal and, with his daughters, became a Dead Apostle. The Rozay-en family has been a powerful dead apostle faction, with Rita representing both their political and physical power. After centuries of rising in power, Rita ultimately inherited the idea blood of the previous Ancestor and became the Rose Princess.

She initially visited New York City for simple pleasures. She hoped to find something that can sate her desires within the large city, yet nothing was able to keep her satisfied. She then decided to leave the city in search of something more interesting.

While she was pondering about the uninteresting world and tonight's blood bath, something caught her eyes.

Sitting on the edge of the pier was a black-haired man in a Hawaiian button-up and with a beaten hat on his head. In his hands was an orange fishing rod, seemingly used for many years with tape wrapped around the stem (?). He had a trimmed goatee and a fishing net wrapped over his shoulder.

Now a man like that would not have piqued her interest. It is what was leaning onto his side that drew her attention. It was a 3-pronged pole-arm and it looked to be made of solid gold. In comparison to his other accouterment, his trident seemed out of place. But Rita noticed something else, its immense power. It practically irradiated magical power, acting as a lighthouse to Rita's misty world. She needed to have it.

Anybody would hoard such a magical artifact, however, a dead man can't hold onto their possessions Rita thought. She planned to use her Mystic Eye of Roses to rip this man's soul out of his body and then remove the now-ownerless artifact from his corpse.

Approaching the man, she then attempted to force his soul out of his body and into the nightmarish realm of her eyes. To her surprise, the man turned his head to face her. On that day green met pink, and their destiny forever changed.

Did you know that the sensation of having one's soul being pulled out of their body is very similar to having their hair pulled? Many people who have had their souls pulled out don't realize it since the sensation of not having your soul anymore hurts more. But to a divine being such as Poseidon, the former was felt more.

Now Poseidon was quickly wondering who dared to pull the hair of one of the Olympians, or if the perpetrator was mortal, who was that much of an ass. He whipped his head to face his back, but instead of seeing another fisherman, he saw one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen, with rose-colored eyes that shined like rubies. Her face had obvious surprise etched on it, which was quickly masked with a simple smile.

"Why is a dame like you accosting a poor fisherman like me?" He asked with a sharp grin.

The pale women preened at the compliment but still looked at the god as if he was a slug.

"I was merely going to ask where you obtained that trident?" Then it was Poseidon's turn to look surprised.

"You can see it?"

"Of course, a weapon of gold isn't exactly the most discreet choice of armament"

This woman was odd but seemed like a regular mortal. A mortal that could see through the mist. Was she the one who pulled on his hair?

"A beautiful woman like you must have a beautiful name. What is it?"

"Sally Jackson, and you?" Someone immune from my mystic eyes, how interesting

"You can just call me Poseidon" Someone oblivious to my divinity, how strange