Hello world, I am going to tell you of a story in a time and place before I became one of the 12 progenators of the Gods. 

It was a simplier time back then.

     My name is Jean Rosesblood.

     At the time I was living with my love,

     my stars. I was nothing but a moon

     to her, grounding her to reality. But,

     to me she was my everything.

We were outcasts by choice, we wondered the world and eventually everything else all together. We were also on the run.

My love, Jenny Rosesblood was and is the second princess of a clan of creatures that ruled the world from the shadows.

Centuries ago the patriarch of the clan died in battle, leaving a power vacume for the head of the family, this space was

filled with competition and other emtions for the post between his three daughters. The first born Marissa Rosesblood

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was a battle fiend, and thus a highly respected general during the great war of the races. She was

the perfect choice to take over her fathers position in the clan, until one day she disapeared while fighitng the Lycan war

chief: ruler of all lycan packs during war time.  When she vanished the lycan war chief was so badly wounded that all the

races stripped him of his claws, which would turn into a greatsword when wielded in full form. He was chained and

sealed for all eternity to serve as an example to those that usurp the entertainment of the other races. 

The great war came to an end with alot of the other races slowly disapearing without a trace or falling into a great

slumber. The lycans were thouraly exterminated. Every now and then through the bowles of history you will hear tall

tales of men becoming wolves that ravished their desires by eating women and children and buring down villages. Thus

Lycans and the creatures that go boo in the dark became nothing more than legend in the eyes of mankind.

Even though man was the weakest of all the races, it was left alone to thrive, just so those in the shadows could be fed

and entertained thoughout time.

You might have guessed it but the Rosesblood clan are vampires. We are one of the 5 seceret most powerful cans in

existence. Our philosphy is what makes us so different and yet so powerful. Our Philosphy is to be human. Thus though

vast effort we had gained immunity to the sun. 

We are day walkers! 

So what is it that my beloved and I fear? Our freedom being bonded or death at the stake my Margoux, the third

daughter of the Rosesblood clan as she seeks the ultimate power. Straight Bitch.

We are currently acting as sex slaves in a small town in Thailand. It was a way different form of existence that is

expected of royalty, but I am not royalty . . .

There I go again bringing up the sorrow and unecisary things of the past.