Do you know of the origins of the vampires? how they came to be? how they got their power? where our desire for the very essence of humanity comes from? well, whatever you thought you knew, let me tell you the truth is more beautiful and terrifying than you could imagine. the history of my predecessors begins countless millennia ago, when the first creature of the void clawed her way into the abyss, thus the first, the queen of the succubi, malcanthet was born. possessing beauty beyond what the very fabric of reality could bear. Thus, she birthed the succubus. know you may be asking yourself what these creatures of pure desire and malice have to do with vampires. Good question, and for that, we must go back to the war of ripe flesh. where our queen and creator proved her metal against all others, claiming her throne through force. alas during such a conflict, not even the armies of the queen could come out unscathed. in order to replenish the ranks of her demonic army, our lady of desire sought fit to teach her children to augment the life force of mortal men. thus the kiss that they are so famed for came in to being. from here, the children of malcanthet ascended from the darkness into our plane. however, they quickly learned that not all mortals could handle the kiss, if not of adequate strength, and will a mortal would perish having their soul sent to the lady of lust for whatever use she deems worthy of such unworthy beings. those that survived gained power beyond that of any mortal, but every great power comes at a great price. upon awakening from this metamorphosis, the mortal would not only aquire power but also a portion of the desire that feeds our lady's appetite, and so the birth of the first vampires was complete. now sworn to the mistresses cause they seek the souls of mortals and the like to send back to her majesty so she may rebuild her army.I, as you probably can tell, was one of these first mortals for how else can one, such as I have this knowledge. I was a powerful mage in a previous life, one of only a handful capable of casting in the 9th circle of magic. my tower, six other mages of similar power, and I one day had a vision of a summoning spell of a make we had never conceived of before. after much debate and hesitation, we decided to perform the ritual. when the spell took hold, a being of unfathomable beauty appeared before us, the succubus red shroud. we were in awe. after what seemed like an eternity, she spoke, offering us the opportunity to serve in her queens army. before we knew what we were doing, we accepted the offer, as if a primal force within us took control of our consciousness for the briefest of minutes. upon completion on the profane ritual, we emerged, changed into the vangaurd in an army to rule the world. centuries passed, and many more fell under our control, turned into creatures of the abyss. under the gold and black flag, I led an army of over 500 elite warriors. with my powerful magic and the artifact I wielded, none stood in the way of such a hoard. alas, not all great stories end with a victory. it happened on a distant battlefield leagues away from my home. I would die here, struck down by the blade of a mortal paladin. My last sights were of the routing of my army. if it were not for the grace of my lady and the boons I had won in my service, I would have stayed dead. now I reawaken, a husk of my former self. how long it has been i do not know. is the rest of the tower still alive? how is the war effort going? where is the paladin? these are the questions I ask, and by my ladies name, I swear to rebuild my army. in order to do so, I first must retrieve my armor, and then it will be time to strike.