Lord Gzerren stood in his study among piles of tomes that had been lost to time. For five hundred years, he had returned to this same library. Seemingly, it was the only place he felt any sort of reprieve.

He thumbed through the Grimoire on the podium before him, his vampiric eyes gazing at the astrological signs that mankind had forgotten and only he now knew.

Astraelogia, he thought as he turned to a particular page. His eyes traced the swirls and triangles printed on the page. You shall be mine...

He smiled, revealing his fangs. It seemed as though an eternity had passed in the shadows of the world, creeping through the dark nooks of history. But soon, he thought, he would have what he needed.

He needed blood—he needed the blood of the line of Tulip Wingreen.

And luckily for him, he was getting married to it soon...