The Sons of Blood

They Aren't Just Stories (Prologue)

Everyone thought they did not exist.

Everyone thought they were just stories.

Everyone's a dumb fuck. 

HOMO SAPIENS SANGUINUS, or vampires, ARE MOST DEFINITELY REAL.

How? 

Simple. My family helped slay their kind so many centuries ago. Or so they thought.

I am Erina Adelaide, and this was the burden that my family and I carried for so many years. We thought they were gone. That they were dead.

THEY HAVE NEVER BEEN SO WRONG. I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO WRONG.

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"In the Year of our Lord 1425

It was as the prophecy foretold... The moon turned red as blood, and the night was longer and darker. This was the "Blood Night", that heralded their awakening.

The awakening of the Three Sons of Blood. 

No one knows where they came from, or what their names are, but what everyone knows is their insatiable blood lust. They view humanity as nothing more than livestock, creatures whom they could drain of blood or torture as they pleased. 

The Emperor, the First Son, was a ruthless conqueror and even more sadistic vampire. He partook in massive killings in order to bathe in the blood of thousands. Some who were fortunate to survive would often say that despite his handsome visage, one can tell that a monster that even the Devil would fear lurked beneath those crimson eyes.

The Black Baron, the Second Son, was a warmonger who shared the Emperor's traits, as he too, enjoyed bathing in the blood of thousands and even holding feasts, the human guests being the meal of the night. He also took great pleasure in ravaging women, particularly young ladies who had just reached womanhood. This had earned him the reputation of being the most hedonistic of the three Sons.

Last, there was the Mad King, the Third Son. None can truly say what he was thinking, and the seemingly-crazed, wide-eyed stare that he gave anyone made it clear he was quite...unstable. What was most disturbing, however, was the fact that both the Baron and the Emperor would go to great lengths to hold back the Mad King, for once he was unleashed, a slaughter so great and vile would take place, and even Hell itself would know fear. 

Together, the Three Sons swept like a plague across the lands, bringing nothing but death and despair. Now they stand at the gates of our land, the land of Feore. We will not bow to these...creatures of the night. We have united the three houses of Feore: House Bálor, where all the greatest knights and warriors of the land came from. House Corbin, home of the best archers and spies, and lastly, House Adelaide, the house of renowned mages. Each head of the House stood at the forefront of their lines, standing not too far from the Three Sons. 

The silence was deafening. Only the wind whistled, and the birds cawed. Soon, the battle began. Steel clashed against steel and magic, fangs bared into flesh. The battle seemed endless, with blood flowing on Feorean soil, and screams of the dying filling the air. The night seemed endless, and the moon glowed red, seemingly entertained at the carnage beneath it. 

Finally, the Three Sons and the three heads of the great Houses, clashed in the middle of the battlefield. It seemed as if the vampires had the upper hand, but Alastor Adelaide of House Adelaide was able to conjure up a spell so powerful, the three Sons seemingly froze in place. Edward Corbin and Ferio Bálor then used consecrated silver chains to bind the three frozen vampires and put them inside silver coffins. They were each carried to different tombs, with the Emperor being buried in the Graveyard of Desolation, the Black Baron beneath the ruined Dozmal Castle, and the Mad King in the Cryst Island Monastery, under the watchful eye of the Guardian, Stellos McIntyre. 

Edward and Ferio each created a magical seal with the help of Alastor that ensured the Sons would never escape, should the magic wear off. Each of the tombs were magically locked, the keys being in the shape of a wolf's head. Edward and Ferio each had one seal, swearing on a blood oath that they will never let it out of their sight, while the third was given to Stellos.

The world knew peace again, and I pray that the future generation would never have to bear witness to the awakening of the Three Sons. "

(taken from the journal of Hedrios Adelaide)

(A/N: Hi everyone, this is my first supernatural fanfic featuring my favorite stable in WWE, the Shield! Please review and any constructive criticism would be super appreciated. PS: Try to guess which member of the Shield fits the Three Sons. I hope you enjoy this story!)