In a different medieval Earth, where western and eastern civilizations mixed, there was an old, aloof, but exemplary holy knight, and he was sent on a mission by his God to quell a hidden evil; the vampires. With the light on his side, and a specially silver synthesized blade, he carved his path through waves of monsters to reach the progenitor, the original vampire. They both faced off in a final, epic duel. But alas, the holy and great knight was miserably defeated, and was shamefully turned into a creature of the night himself. He was then left chained onto the peak of highest mountain, left to die by the rising sun and its light that he loved so much, until God himself descended onto that mountaintop, taking pity on his loyal servant. As a last, blissful gift, he gave the knight a drop of his godly blood, but the knight wasn't cured, only changed, and in a horrible mutation between light and dark, his original human construct died between the battle of bloods. In the end, and in mere moments, he became a mix between demon and god, an unnatural hybrid, a monster. The God of Light, horrified by such a hideous creature, spat on and left his old, pitiful servant to burn and succumb to the rising sun. He was abandoned by his sole guide and savior, and as the sun rose he moaned in despair, anger, and confusion. He awaited his death, he awaited the light to burn him into a pile of ash, but...  ... the dead knight did not die. ___ I actually really love this idea, but I'll postpone it. It'll be my first time for a third person narrative.