They'd been elves once.
Elves who'd turned to darker arts, aligned themselves with demons in a battle that had faded from the minds of most.
They'd taken their fellow brethren and tormented, torturing them, twisting them into creatures that hadn't existed before. They'd kidnapped humans adding them into the mix.
Their evil had become so great that even the gods from on high had taken notice. The sprites, their emissaries had come out of hiding to take notice.
Battles long forgotten had been waged across the surface as Prince Turin, heir to the throne of Tintagel had been taken and twisted, turned into a Vampire. They hadn't counted on his strength of mind. Turin turned on his tormentors, slaughtering a great many Fay and leading his fellows against the Fay that day.
He took a human turned Vampire as a wife, her name Arloa. She'd fought at his side the entire time and he considered her his equal above everyone else.
Turin's younger brother inherited the throne of Tintagel while Turin's line inherited a blood-soaked legacy that should never have been theirs.
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