Cecilion Tepes was his name.
A vampire lord who desired to live on good terms with the humans of Earthland but, there were those of his royalty who was against his beliefs. Some of the vampire lords in his kingdom disagreed, adamant on how they could never view humans as a race on par as them – they believed they were superior. Cecilion did have his own supporters, who believed in a peaceful reign with the humans without bloodshed. Albeit, very few were they, it was easy to ambush the vampire with overwhelming numbers despite his powers, and so he was betrayed by his own people and left to rot inside a chamber.
”A vampire lord, you say?” Venus raised an eyebrow at him, almost doubting his story. She was a woman who mistrusted people easily, although Cecilion certainly didn’t seem to be one to fool her. ”Don’t you feel angry? That you were betrayed by your own kind?” It’s been past hours and the weather had gotten much better, as she dangled her legs off the edge of the cliff, chatting idly with the most dangerous creature that she’d met.
It was rather ridiculous how they were literally at each other’s throats – although in Cecilion’s case it wasn’t his intentions – and now they were engaging in a conversation as though they were best friends.
”I want to be angry. I want to punish every single one who killed my people and who left me inside that coffin for centuries. But, what will I gain from it?” The man gazed out far beyond into the empyreans above that miraculously cleared of rain, snow and clouds and was bright as day. ”Nothing, but more hatred.” His words were influential and though they were strangers, Venus felt a strong level of respect towards him. He was a powerful man, that she could tell and it was not only just his abilities but his entire being; there was something about him that made her feel an indescribable sense of loyalty to him.