Chapter 1- The Young Master.

The wheels of a Model GL car type 1 rolled up to the towering gates separating it for the moderate size courtyard and the expansive mansion that, laid in between. The ring of a short buzz and the gates rolled back and the car drove slowly forward until reaching the innermost part of the drive attaching to the main steps of the mansion.

The beautifully decorated doors slowly open as if scared to make a sound to the guest not far away. Out came a man his looks were not the top of the line but he something that no one but the males in his family had and that was a transcendent scare as if it was a birthmark covering the left eye.

No matter how little the blood of his family flowed in the veins of another the sons would always be marked. So he was no exception but now he had age and rickles decorated his face but that added to his stern look and Build. Daimon Vampa is the name given to him by his father and the father before him. There he stood at the top of the stairs staring down at the car's tinted black windows.

Upon feeling the eyes upon him, the man sitting in the back of the car waited until his aide opened the door. As the door opens out came the jet black shoe following the pants then the jacket, vest and shirt and tie the man looked as he were about to appear at a funeral.

His silver-white hair was a stark contrast to his black suit, he excused royalty from his head to his toe, Regal was an understatement for him. There he stood staring directly into Daimon's eyes without batting an eye Daimon lowered his head and eyes.

"It's time" The royal spoke shortly as if any more words were beneath him. Daimon flinched shortly but recovered before any visible sign was shown. The royal sneered and proceeded to walk past, daimon with his aide intoe. The entire estate stood still at this moment, but a boy barely over the age of 10 stood at the top of the inner stairs.

His eyes darting from side to side unwilling to meet the royals, a slight shiver ran down his spine but he stood in his place without the sign of moving. Daimon came in shortly after and seeing his son standing there in the royal's path, a movement so swift and so fast scooped him up, and both vanished from the royal's path.

To commandeer the estate for the foreseeable future and onward, the royal did not halt his steps and after seeing Daimon's sudden flash, he vanished the 10 yr, old boy. There they stood the two gazing at each other and features as If they would be lost.

Daimon broke the silence, "Sergio why would you block his path" He asked in a worried tone. The boy gazes about in deep thought and finally uttered his answer "Mom she would not bow his her head" Sergio voiced out with frustration evident in his tone.

A smile so fragile crept its way upon Daimon's face as he looked at the small world he and his beloved had produced after struggling for 4 long years. The man knelt and both heavy hands grasped his son's shoulders and the words heed been holding flowed out.

"You are all I have not the Vampa's legacy nor the power that comes with it, I gave it all to your mother and she, in turn, gave it all to you but... My mistakes were too large for us to shoulder them and my choices were wrong, Remember my words, Sergio, you will suffer in this world because of my choices and Opposition will be behind every door but I and your mother gave you your name and body believe in both they will carry you over the sea of blood I have caused you." Daimon's words rained down onto Sergio without a sign of stopping.

The boy frame shook and he stood there without responding as Daimon stood and place his right hand across his left breastplate with three deep taps more words flowed "I Daimon Vampa of the Scared Eye Vampa House relinquish all my lands and titles given by the Empire, I leave in name the House of Vampa to my successor Sergio Vampa first of his name. Daimon's resolve shown from every inch of his face leaving nothing back, He knew from the moment he uttered these words the guillotine would fall on his neck shortly.

Daimon's words were empowered and so they missed no ear in the thousand kilometers from his standing point. The shock on Sergio's face was evident but words escaped him. Daimon's figure seemingly faded with the ending of his words all that was left receding afterimage of his father.

Sergio looked on and with one step his vision turned black. The figure standing behind the boy could only shake his head as he stared down the hallway of his sire, He scooped the young master up and threw him over his shoulder, and flited away with amazing speed.

The Royal now sitting with lowered eye's as he heard the words sounded out in threw the ways, The eldest Vampa stood below him with his head lowered and teeth clench and fist tightened. The royals aide stood a step behind Vampa with a Tanto grasp tightly within his hand and the blade covering the neck of Daimon.

Daimon raised his head and stared into the eyes of the royal without saying but nodding his head, he was comfortable with his coming end, He had back the wrong ruling party and that party lost the war and now it was time to accept the choices made. The only thing he asked was that his son is allowed to seek his fortune but that was shot off the table without even being considered and so he acted.