Prologue
This is the Prologue - To a winding story of Death, Blood and Magic.
In a world of magic, men and metal. The possibility of a creature that our lives mortals, can kill men and stronger than metal is a scary thought. Even for those locking themselves away from the world behind bubbles of magic, those who think they are better than creatures. All because of Blood.
When it comes down to it the world has a premise and blood no matter where you come from matters. Be it a factor of creed, race genetics, born to the blood of a lower or higher class. But to those who do not think of blood as status as they have lived long enough to know that when your heart stops or skin slashed everyone is the same.
Food.
For centuries immortality has been seen as a desire and a curse. Many men seeking a way to cheat death. One such man started wars on his quest to make himself untouchable. What a silly man.
Walking among human be they muggle or magic are creatures. For them, death in all its forms is a way of life.
For Vampires, yes Vampires, Honestly what did you think this would be about, blood-sucking sex demons that feed of the emotion carried in the blood of men and emotions that control magic.
Sadly, no this is not the case though the argument could be made that some vampires are bloodsucking sex demons, this is not the story of such a creature.
Our story is that of a child. A boy and his war and primary objective of making those who wronged him, others and those related to him in which said people have wronged right.
Now, I wish I could tell you the story of a boy that lived a happy life raised happy and healthy in the comfort of a well-protected manor house in the English countryside. With a loving family and a well-rounded education with lots of friends.
But that is sadly not the case for one Hadrian James Potter.
As you see, Harry resides in the home of the head vampire Edvin, of the clan Innhøsting. A Norweigan-Russian Clan with ties to the Mafia. Vampires, despite being creatures of magic, are more open to the ways of non-magical people. Because when you've lived for centuries you realise how stupid it is not to.
Now you may be starting to wonder how little Hadrian ended up here. Well, when you leave a child touched by death out in the cold on the night of the year in which the veil between life and death is weakest well what do you expect but an interest to form in a man enjoying a long walk after an evening of rituals and magic.