User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-30014014-20170914031216/@comment-26288702-20170920040223

Armata does not sneer this time, instead he quickly finishes the remains of his wine and pours another. "Story of my being here, is long and drowned in blood..." He slowly swirls the goblet in his hand as he gathers his thoughts.

"In my world, realm, plain, dimension... however you'd like to classify it. I was the youngest of the De'Sange house. My family was a prestigious and respected one. My father, Arouman De'Sange, was one of three overlords that sat at the head of the Vampire world council. My eldest brother was my father's favorite, and so he was chosen to be my father's successor. Until I showed greater power than my elder brother. At my age, my powers were nothing short of unbelievable. To my father and brother, it was unacceptable. With ever year my power grew, to a point that the council feared that I would inevitably attempt to overthrow."

"Eventuality, I awoke to my brother driving a stake into my chest. That was the first attempt on my life, but far from the last. I killed him after. Ripped his throats out I did. Then the council branded me 'anathema' and I was sentenced to an eternity of suffering. After many years in a dark dungeon, being subjected to torture and humiliation, I broke free of my cell and unleashed the power my father so feared. I killed them, everyone of my family members. My father, my siblings, my mother, even the servants."

"Knowing full well my actions, I fled to this world, the rest is ancient history..."