The Meetings Pt.III

The Realm of Eternal Night.

A country isolated from the rest of the world. Its name was famous, but proof of its existence was fickle. It mostly came off as ghost stories used to scare children. The only people who knew of its truth were those who had met some of its residents.

Pale skin, youthful faces, blood red eyes and sharp blood sucking fangs. The vampires originating from that place were rare, but once a single vampire struck a village, there would be utter chaos with barely a single surviving member.

In a room, inside the biggest building in this fabled realm, there were six people.

One of them sat on a throne, high above the others, while the rest stood in front of a table with their arms behind their backs and their attention on the table.

These people were the highest ranked members of the Realm of Eternal night, the oldest generation of vampires to exist. They were dressed in noble attire and had features so flawless, one wouldn’t be able to call them human.