
V The First
by WM
V
"I’ve been watching humanity for eons.
I remain profoundly...
Unimpressed."
,,,

"The Blood before Dracula"
by WM
V The First
The Blood before the Legend
In the beginning
“When the world was new, dark and empty,
she was there.
When the first dawn came about,
and the first man gave his first steps,
she was there.
She walked the land under pallid moons
and blazing fires,
with no one to share her endless night.
Then there was light.
She was the first of all of us,
Us, Children of the Night,
The All-Mother in the Dark,
was the First, yet not the last.
She was there from the beginning,
She will be there beyond the end.
V The First
The Dark Ages

The Dark
The Dark Ages were, in fact, Darker than we dare to remember.
And the Middle Ages,
not much brighter either.
Act: I
Of Men
I
The Realm of Mankind
Through the eyes of those who lived it, witness a world of warring crowns, restless faith, and unseen shadows in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. From Basarab’s defiant rise and the birth of Wallachia to a fateful legacy that, a century later, would give rise to Vlad III—Dracula, this is the origin of a dynasty shaped by power, destiny, and forbidden love.

Forbidden Fated Love
A girl, a prince, and a love—fierce, tender yet forbidden and tragic—that transcended devotion, becoming destiny itself. A bond fated to endure through time and blood, that would shape nations and alter the course of history. Their grandchild would be remembered for ages: Vlad III—Dracula.

Act II
Of Creatures
II
The Unseen Realm
Between the rise of Basarab I and the reign of his great-grandson, Prince Mircea the Great, Europe staggered beneath calamities that reshaped the very soul of Christendom. The Great Famine of 1314 had starved nations, the Black Death that erupted in 1345 scoured entire populations, and the crowns of France and England clashed in what history would call the Hundred Years’ War. To the mortal eye, these were tragedies born of hunger, pestilence, and ambition. Yet the world of men would never know that their origins lay not in chance nor providence, but in the marrow of the Unseen World—consequences spun from the will of a few beings among the Children of the Night, and their dark progenitor, the All-Mother.
The Unseen World overlapped with the realm of man, hidden in shadow, its denizens moving among mortals unseen yet ever near. Witches whispered to the elements; warlocks struck bargains with shadows; revenants bore their eternal hunger across centuries; lycans prowled beneath the call of the moon; mages bent the forbidden arts to their design; and saints burned with a light whose martyrdom shone fiercer than steel.
But secrecy was not freedom. Even the Children of the Night were bound to laws and punishments. Above them loomed the Revenant Lords, an ancient council of predators, immortal only by the blood they consumed, and keepers of the Sacred Canon—edicts meant to preserve the fragile balance both within the underworld and between the two realms.



Epigraph
And even darker things
III
The Clash

III
Act: III
The Clash of the Realms
The age descends into its darkest trial. Humans and creatures alike—long divided by fear, hatred, and blood—will find themselves summoned to the crucible of destiny. For from the shadows rises a common enemy, a force older than empires and more merciless than kings, whose coming threatens not kingdoms alone but the very order of creation. Upon its advent the world itself will tremble, balanced on the knife’s edge of oblivion. And in that final reckoning, the fate of all beings shall be forged—whether in the fires of annihilation, or in the fragile hope of unity born beneath the shadow of doom.
V The First
Epigraph

Epigraph
"I’ve been watching humanity for eons.
I remain profoundly...
Unimpressed.
You think we all live in the same world but...."
The age descends into its darkest trial. Humans and creatures alike—long divided by fear, hatred, and blood—will find themselves summoned to the crucible of destiny. For from the shadows rises a common enemy, a force older than empires and more merciless than kings, whose coming threatens not kingdoms alone but the very order of creation. Upon its advent the world itself will tremble, balanced on the knife’s edge of oblivion. And in that final reckoning, the fate of all beings shall be forged—whether in the fires of annihilation, or in the fragile hope of unity born beneath the shadow of doom.
V The First
Index
V The First
The Collection
In a land carved by blood, legend, and ancient dread, a cursed bloodline, a love both fated and forbidden, and a forgotten prophecy converge—awakening an ancient goddess and unleashing a war for dominion between creatures of night and the remnants of mankind. The fate of the world rests in the hands of the Basarab line, where every drop of blood holds the memory of death… and the promise of rebirth.
V The First
The Blood Before Dracula

In a land carved by blood, legend, and ancient dread, a cursed bloodline, a love both fated and forbidden, and a forgotten prophecy converge—awakening an ancient goddess and unleashing a war for dominion between creatures of night and the remnants of mankind. The fate of the world rests in the hands of the Basarab line, where every drop of blood holds the memory of death… and the promise of rebirth.
































