As the evening sun finally sinks into the horizon, many citizens of Metropolita head to their homes and prepare to end their long days of work and toil; while others prepare to head out into the night and begin their revelry of the nightlife the second greatest sin city the country has to offer. Electronic displays, traffic and the occasional shout or twelve disrupt the long lost tranquility that was found on this land.
Within the heart of Metropolita looms the La Hire Corp Tower, a sterling example of industry and business in this most industrious and busy world. The gigantic skyscraper a monument to the grand contributions with which the company has invigorated the booming city. It is here that our story begins, it is here that you have arrived and joined the service of the true masters of this city. For it is no politician, no military leader, no famous actor who pulls the strings behind the scenes of Metropolita; but rather...
The Vampires.
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Prince Dalron La Hire stared out the grand window of the highest office within the tower, holding a glass of scarlet liquid that swirled about as he gently tilted the receptacle in his hand. His remarkably expensive suit was as dark as his cold brown eyes as he took a sip from his beverage. The drink was warm and viscous, for it was not some alcoholic concoction, but rather, refined human blood. He glanced at the Rolodex on his wrist and tapped it impatiently, as if expecting the little action to increase the odds of his visitors arriving more quickly. To his great surprise and partial relief, a curt series of knocks on the office door stole his attention from the timepiece.
"Yes, Claude? What is it," he called out to his servant.
The door opened slightly, revealing the weathered face of an older looking man with full-moon glasses framed by gray hair all around his features straight down to his bushy beard and mustache. Despite the obvious difference in his age, the man was similarly exquisitely dressed like his master, albeit in a more homely and down stated fashion. The one truly disturbing feature about him that were different even from his superior was behind those deceiving thick glasses: two faintly glowing red eyes. He was a Grangol, a clan of vampires who embraced their bestial urges and a special few could even sometimes transform into horrific hybrid creatures of nightmare at will.
"My prince, the fledglings have arrived, shall I send them in?"
"Please do so, Claude. I am eager to meet the newest members of our family."
The older man gave a quick but deep bow before sliding the door open further and ushering in three youthful individuals who entered the office with mixed reactions as they stood before the prince of Metropolita.
"Welcome, welcome, children of Cain," he said warmly with his deep bass words, "I do apologize for the rough weather we have been having lately, it's been far too bright out recently, but I suppose it's too be expected this time of year."
He took another swig from his wine glass and offered a genuine smile.
"Please, introduce yourselves, I'm very interested to know whom I am going to be dealing with in the future."
