There were four factions that ruled the underworld 3000 years ago. These factions held massive power, capable of plunging the world into chaos if they had revealed themselves, yet now, they remain a myth in the current time.
The Vampire faction, mystical beings that possessed demonic power in exchange for human blood. The Wolf faction, they are the slowest in developing their political power and territory in return for their dominance in the battlefield, they are also known for their rivalry against the Vampire faction. The Hunter faction, a faction created due to their hatred and grudge against the demonic, including the vampires. Lastly, the Mage faction, a faction secluded in mystery yet rumors tell, that they are humans blessed by god.
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Inside the castle of the vampire lords.
"Lord Cain, we can't let those traitorous bat elders do their bidding! They have already sent feral beasts inside our territory to provoke you!"
Lance shouted, his teeth gritting in anger against those who provoked them. He knelt down in front of him, pleading for his answer.
"Don't worry, I don't plan sitting idly for long. They may have contributed to our community, but I am not so kind as to let them roam free unpunished."
"Lance, mobilize the Shadow Hounds and have the faction informed that we will attack back those goes against us."
Cain turned his head from the window and looked at Lance, his crimson eyes, causing immense pressure to fill the room.
"Yes, my lord!"
As he vanishes into the shadows, another entered the room.
"I have come brother, for what reason have you called me for my presence?"
"Brother Noctis, how is the negotiation with the Wolf Faction?"
Cain offered Noctis a seat in front of him.
"It is going well brother, we have already solidified our alliance greatly."
"I see, thank you for your hard work brother. My decisions have bore fruit as we have made new allies for the future."
Lord Noctis' eyes widened, as he heard sorrowful hints from his voice.
"Is there something worrying you brother Cain? You speak as if your end is near..."
Lord Noctis stood up from his seat, his filled with concern and worry.
"It's nothing, I may just be feeling under the weather."
As Cain finished his sentence, Lance reappeared from Lord Noctis' shadow.
"My lords, they are ready."
The Vampire faction, prepared themselves in a war against the beasts of the traitorous Bat elders.
Their forces, stationed in front of their castle, including the 3 lords Cain, Enosh, and Noctis. They raised their weapons and fought back the feral beasts but... in an uninfortunate event.
"I didn't think.. you'd all resort to curse magic."
Lord Cain knelt to the ground, his body felt heavy as a boulder, his hands shaking in weakness, his eyesight blurring. His immortal body, was rendered useless in the face of the curse.
"Lord Cain!"
Lance charged towards the Bat elders and slashed through their heads.
As the battle ended, the great Lord Cain felt the doors of death near, confined inside his room.
"Lance, call my family. I wish to meet them."
Lord Cain's voice hoarse and weak. He smiled faintly.
"Yes... my lord."
Lance visited the rooms of his family, asking them for their presence in his room despite their busy schedules.
"Father!"
8 year old Anne cried whilst holding her toy bear.
"Dear, you must rest. Do not believe that tale Alexia told."
Astrid, held her husband's cold and frail hand.
"My daughter, Anne, may I hear your story once again. A little bedtime story before your father slumber."
Lord Cain asked with a weak smile.
"Father but I..."
"Please, Anne."
"Yes father."
She said as her tears dropped through every word.
Her story, tells a tale of a boy, raised in the rural side of the eastern continent, who will one day obtain the bloodline's succession rights. The journey had its disasters and fierce battles to be fought, yet he will persevere as he walks the path along with the other factions that would lift him up with their supports.
"Isn't that what father always dreamt of? To be unified and cease all contradictions and wars with the others, to become friends."
Anne smiled, holding back her tears.
"Yes, it is my dream."
"Dear, take your rest and recover."
Astrid, with a sad smile, gently took Anne's arms and left the room.
"Lance..., as I told you. For the sake of the prophecy."
As Lord Cain, took one final glance at Lance. The life from his eyes faded, his breath diminished and his body unmoving.
Lance called for support, to move his Lord Cain's body to the blood shrine. The blood shrine, which was commonly used to recover the injuries and sicknesses that vampires faced.
But to no avail, the power of the shrine couldn't bring his life back. The once immortal and powerful blood lord, Cain, disappeared from existence.
As 3000 years passed, the factions hid from the society's eyes and spread themselves far in the western continent before the modern era came. Their existence turned into myth, used as stories to scare children from leaving their home.
In the year 2022, a foreign teenager who moved to Japan's Saitama Prefecture when he was a young boy, lived as a target for bullying for the student's entertainment.
"Let me go! Please!"
Angel Hughes, was being dragged by his bullies to an abandoned mansion located in Musashino Woods.