The Kingdom of Wilsburj experienced many changes as the firstborn vampires began to adjust to their newly acquired powers. With their heightened sense of smell, they began to attack their own families for their blood.

Chaos broke loose, families were torn apart, and other species were called for help to counter the threat of vampires. A rift developed between vampires and elves.

Armaros struggled for days, trying to figure out his newfound powers. He wanted to test the deadly power that simmered inside him. With his heart turned cold and his faith lost in the elven race he was out for revenge.

They had wronged him for the past 18 years, and it was time to pay them back for all the humiliation and shame they had caused him.

The security around the royal palace had been tightened. Armaros made his way to the palace, the same guards who had beaten him up were guarding the main door.

He casually neared them, seeing him approach with a sinister smile and eyes that sent chills down their spines, one of the guards yelled:

"Stay where you are, or we will have no choice but to kill you."

He craned his neck at them and his canines got protruded, his smile became wider.

"Let’s see you try," with that, he shifted from his spot in the blink of an eye and attacked the first guard. As soon as his hands touched the guard’s face the blood in his veins turned black and he was instantly frozen with fear etched on his face.

Armaros was excited to see his power and soon all the guards met the same fate. Even those who attacked him couldn’t pierce his hardened skin and were left lifeless. The air was laden with the smell of blood as Armaros tore them apart and left the ground in dust, blood and organs.

After taking care of the guards, Armaros stepped inside the palace. His objective was the princess. He casually moved through the corridors, his hands, face and clothes were covered in elven blood and this was just the beginning of the carnage he had planned for them.

Whoever dared crossed his path met the grim reaper he had become. He reached her room, which was being heavily guarded. The news of him had already reached the crown prince. He had left to visit his sister and to fetch his nephew.

Her son Zohane was also a born vampire and although most members of the royal family were not fond of them, Zohane was well-loved by his mother. She knew she had wronged Hildara and that was exactly the reason they were punished with mutated kids. She learnt to accept her son.

Zohane had struggled with his new senses and power as well but he was getting the hang of it and seeing vampires slaughtering their families all over the kingdom, he had vowed to protect his.

Zohane had acquired unique the power of manipulating fire. He could light a fire with the flick of his hands and throw fireballs.

The guards were unable to stop Armaros and he slaughtered anyone who stood in his way. There was no remorse in his vacant eyes as he scanned the bodies of elven guards and threw the door open to Princess Elsaine’s chamber.

She stood there with her chambermaid, trembling from head to toe. Her pretty face was contorted with anguish and worries. Her chambermaid stepped forward to guard her princess but Armaros grabbed her with an unreadable expression and flung her against the wall, removing the only obstacle that stood between him and the princess.

He closed the door behind him and locked it. Her delicate hands flew to cover her face as she stifled the horrifying screams that escaped her as he turned and she saw unfathomable darkness in his eyes, she knew he was about to plunge her in it.

"Please, I am sorry," she pleaded as he stepped closer and grabbed her face with his index finger and thumb. His frosty eyes which used to hold so much love and warmth for her were lifeless today. The smile he had didn’t touch them anymore.

The elves had birthed a monster and they were about to experience his wrath today.

"Elves pride themselves on their beauty and yet you people are most despicable of all the races in our world. You look down upon anyone different. You are beautiful outside but your insides are uglier than a rotten corpse. Something sinister fester inside all of you and I am going to make sure I rid our world of your wretched existence."

His foreboding words echoed loud and clear and these would change their world in coming centuries. Princess Elsaine struggled under his hold, her emerald eyes were wide with shock and her breathing was so heavy. Her chest rose and fell as he heart thumped uncontrollably.

"Let me go. I will not do it again," her small voice was anguished.

"Do it again? I might have forgiven you for I have loved you from the moment my eyes found you. But you decided to humiliate me, you found me undesirable just because I was different," with that he pulled her closer and fisting her hair crashed his lips against hers.

She struggled against him but it was of no use. Tearing her clothes open Armaros forced his way with her. She cried but her tears didn’t melt his stony heart. He reduced her to a tortured half-dead state. Her tortured screams echoed in the palace.

Zohane had arrived, he rushed to the princess’s room and with the help of guards, banged at the door.

Once Armaros was done, any remorse or pity that might have lingered in his heart, died as he grabbed her neck and pierced his canines in her soft skin. She thrashed in his arms while he drained her of every ounce of blood turning her veins inky black. The once beautiful princess was turned into an ugly corpse.

The door was set on fire by Zohane, while Armaros threw her body near his feet and stared at her for long before murmuring:

"I hate your kind and I am going to eradicate every last one of you," and with these words, he jumped out the window and headed for his home.