10,000 Years Ago
There lived a man—an ordinary human, noble and brave—who walked the earth and fought valiantly for his homeland. A man of honor, he was the greatest swordsman of his time, slayer of monsters, and protector of his people. But fate was cruel. In a battle that would shape legends, he gave his life so others might live. His body sank to the bottom of the waters, and yet even in death, he fought to survive.
Then came the moonlight.
It pierced the depths, bathing him in silver light. In that moment, something ancient awakened. He was reborn—not as a man, but as an immortal being, blessed with the power to transform into a werewolf. He rose from the water, his eyes lifted to the moon above. From that night on, he was known as the Child of the Moon.
With this gift of eternal life, he swore unshakable loyalty to the light that saved him. Thus, the Kingdom of Wolves was born. His name echoed across the ages: Azrael Adrastus—a name feared by demons and honored by gods. He wielded forgotten magics and led mighty armies to cleanse the world of the dark things that once ruled it.
But then, he met her.
A vampire of haunting beauty, with silver hair and eyes like fire and frost—Luminous Valentine, a being said to command a strange and holy magic. She too bore the curse and blessing of eternal life. Together, they fought side by side, their bond unshaken, until even the most ancient monsters were driven into myth.
Yet, like all immortals, they were not immune to erosion—the slow unraveling of mind and spirit that comes with endless years. And so, with weary hearts and fading strength, they chose their end. In each other's arms, they embraced death not as defeat, but as rest.
Some say that one day, when the world needs them most, they will return.