Some say I’m cold-hearted…
Some say I’m a bastard…
I’d say they’re right…on both accounts.
Life for me has pretty much been a bitch for the better part of my days. Don’t even try it. Don’t give me that shit about how bad it could be to be a King. *leers* You have no idea what kind of responsibility is involved in that, it’s not just black and white, okay? *scoffs*
My father and mother (the King and Queen) were murdered by lessers, the soulless bastards made by The Omega to eradicate our species. My father hid me before the attacks began, as it was his only defense in ensuring that his heir survived and his people would have a leader. But I had to sit there, watching, like a spineless bastard, unable to help defend my family while the lessers slaughtered the ones I loved. A lot was riding on my survival that day as I’m not just a royal heir, I’m also the last pure-blood vampire in existence.
I’m known as the Blind King among the vampire world because of my diminishing sight. However, this does not hinder my ability to fight as I rely on other senses to guide me to victory. For centuries I fought alongside my Brothers, seeing many of them pass into the Fade because of this endless war. This only made me more determined to continue on my quest to send all of these creatures back to their maker. Seeing all this death and bloodshed I will admit that I’ve learned to distance myself from others as I’ve found that caring about others can only lead to pain and misery. I suppose that’s why I’m fine with people calling me a bastard or cold-hearted. *smirks* It’s best that way.
And then I met her. My Leelan.
There’s been a ton of changes in my life, some for the good and some that test my goddamn patience. My battles are now waged behind a desk. Since ascending I’m not allowed to fight alongside my brothers and straight up, it’s killing me. The Brotherhood and their shellans are now living under my roof as one big happy family , which means the mansion is a fucking madhouse.
I am a Warrior. I am a King. I am a Hellren.