Prologue
In the beginning the war started in a great havoc. The children of the moon outnumbered the remainder of the surviving vampires that were strong enough to fight against them. Werewolves, we call them, because they take the form of humans and that of a greater wolf. By using their strength in numbers as well as their day walking abilities the war had soon become more brutal during the next ten thousand years. Then in the last year, the final attack came, our own kind betrayed by our own selves. Lycanthropes and a group of immortals breached the Isle of the Immortals, slaughtering millions of refugee vampires, leaving behind the remaining immortals to surrender. Condemned and exiled we were from the very thoughts of society. We were reduced to nothing but experiments. We were slaves to darkness as we lurked in the shadows amongst humans, only immortals spared no such penalty in this.
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