Inside a seemingly dark castle, a young man stood, staring at the bright illusionary skies that had nothing but little stars to light up the place.
The man seemed to be in his forties, but anyone who would guess that way could never be more wrong, for he had lived for over 20,000 years.
As the ruling vampire king and as one of the offspring of the progenitors, he held his head high. But this night, his deep red eyes held a bit of worry; his usual prideful demeanor was replaced with a nervous look.
Behind him, a young woman stood in a white blouse and long black trousers. In her hands was a tray, with three cups of red blood sitting on it.
"Why do you still serve me, Sarah?" Lucian asked, turning around slightly to face her.
He rested his arm on the throne that stood beside him, and he brushed it with his claws.
The woman in front of him had a frown on her face. Her long black hair seemed to blend with the shadows, and her red eyes stared at her master.
