The night whispers secrets only the moon and stars dare to witness. In the shroud of darkness, I, Vanus Alderhause, known as Dr. Alderas, weave my intricate spells, manipulating the very fabric of life and death. My existence is a testament to the power and resilience of the vampiric blood that courses through my veins. Born into a lineage of ancient nobility, I was destined for greatness, until the treachery of my own blood cast me into exile. Betrayal, a bitter taste that lingers in the shadows of my past, a wound that festers, demanding retribution. The limp, a constant reminder of my mother's deceit, a reminder etched in flesh and bone, an unhealable scar upon my pride. Yet, from the depths of adversity, I emerged, a phoenix of darkness, wielding necromantic arts and arcane knowledge, a testament to my resilience. Paranoia cloaks me like a veil, each shadow harboring unseen threats, each whisper a potential betrayal. Trust is a currency I cannot afford, for in this world of deception, only the cunning survive. Cold and calculating, I navigate the intricate web of alliances and rivalries, each step a dance of manipulation and control. The pursuit of power fuels my ambition, a hunger that gnaws at the very core of my being. To restore the dominance of our vampiric race, to reclaim our rightful place as apex predators, such is my destiny. And yet, the path to greatness is paved with blood and sacrifice, a price I am willing to pay. Necromancy is my art, the manipulation of life and death my domain. With a flick of my wrist, I breathe unlife into the cold embrace of the void, forging servants from the ashes of mortality. Undead thralls, whispers of the past, they walk among the living, silent sentinels in my grand design. Magic, a tapestry of infinite possibilities, a canvas upon which I paint my desires. Jet-black missiles of arcane fury, silver whips of psychic energy, each spell a manifestation of my will. Soul manipulation, emotional domination, tools of manipulation honed to perfection. In the heart of darkness, I stand as a beacon of power and ambition, a force to be reckoned with. Vanus Alderhause, Dr. Alderas, a name whispered in fear and awe, a legacy forged in blood and shadow. Now I record my story in its totality for the very first time.