My name is Kal Adam—oldest of the Originals.*  
The first vampire. The one they buried in myths and whispered warnings.  

You walk beside us every day, blind to the monsters that wear human faces. We hide, not because we fear you, but because of the rules we carved in blood long ago.  

But rules crumble.  
And so does the world.  

Cities burn.  
Hope rots.  
Gods are silent.

There are no heroes left. I was never one to begin with.  

But I’m still here.  
And if survival is all that remains…  
Then let’s see who’s willing to bleed for it.

I am Kal Adam—the oldest of the Originals. To most, vampires are nothing but myths whispered in the dark. But I know the truth. We exist. We live among you, hidden by ancient laws that bind us to shadows. We do not reveal ourselves. We cannot.


My world is crumbling beneath my feet. Brothers and sisters, once fierce and unbreakable, lie dead—slaughtered before my very eyes. I stood frozen, powerless to stop the carnage, haunted by the screams and the blood. The monsters came without mercy, and we were not ready.


I run, hunted and bleeding, with nothing but the bitter taste of failure on my tongue. This world is dying, and so am I.


But maybe… maybe there is still hope.


Chapter 2 - The last of the original