Still, the trait remained a double-edged sword. Few could truly command it, and fewer still could emerge from the depths of bloodlust unscarred by it.
Meanwhile, humanity suffered under centuries of vampire dominion. They lived in fear, subjugated, harvested, and broken. Yet within that fear festered envy and longing. To the weak and desperate, vampirism appeared not as a curse but as deliverance. Many humans begged to be turned, believing that immortality would free them from their chains.
But the truth was crueler. Those turned out of resentment carried their bitterness into undeath. The moment they tasted blood, all that hatred erupted outward. They turned upon those who once tormented them, only to fall into the same cycle of cruelty and dominance. The oppressed became oppressors, their humanity twisted into something far darker.
