The Kingdom of Noctis...
Hundreds of miles away, beyond the western mountains, the night never seemed to end.
A massive black castle stood upon a cliff overlooking the kingdom. Its towering spires disappeared into the clouds, while the dark stone walls seemed to blend into the night itself. The surrounding forest was unnaturally silent.
The only sound was the cold wind passing through the ancient trees.
Inside the castle, a group of vampires stood gathered in the throne room.
At the center sat their king.
He appeared young despite having lived for centuries. His shiny, curly black hair fell over half of his face, partially hiding his sharp features. His crimson eyes stared coldly toward the enormous windows, reflecting the faint light of the moon.
King Lucien Noctis.
The ruler of the vampire kingdom.
One of his knights suddenly stepped forward. "Your Majesty."
Lucien did not bother looking at him. "I felt it."
The knight froze.
