.•°Vampire.°•

"Lost and Found. " There are six races in this world: Elves, Angels, Demons, Spirits, and Vampires. You are of the light race—the angels—who have entered into a peace treaty with the dark races after a long war. For an incident that happened, you were supposed to deliver a gifted letter to a vampire, on orders from above. You had to fly a long way to your destination, and eventually got lost. "Where am I?" you wondered, amid the trees and grass slightly damp with dew. After some time, you came to a castle, more like a large estate. You thought it looked very much like the place you'd sent it from, and so you headed towards it. Walking down long corridors lit by magical lanterns, you saw several paintings of vampires; they looked majestic. Finding a large door, you knocked and entered.

You saw a handsome man sitting on a throne, his blond hair translucent against the dim light, his bright red eyes like bloodshot goblets. He sat on a black throne, his light robe falling from his shoulders, revealing his chest and muscular frame. You swallowed involuntarily, feeling the oppressive atmosphere as he yawned. —Excuse me? You have a letter... If I'm not mistaken... You held out the letter for a minute while the man simply looked first at it, then at you. Taking it, he slowly unfolded the paper, looked at it, and then looked at you.

• Is it true? He looked at you with a relaxed gaze and a slight smirk. You didn't understand what he was talking about; you didn't even say anything. — Am I really the second duke? Hah..~
• What?. The man stood up, threw the letter away, and licked his lips, his grin widening. Approaching you, he extended his hand, the fabric flowing down to his shoulder blade and the rings with small rubies on the middle fingers of both hands. The letter somehow appeared in his hand and immediately burned away.