A long time ago, there was a place that kept these creatures called the Marked Ones. The Marked Ones were what some would call monsters, but others heroes. These creatures were to protect all the realms and all of the planets from their one true enemy… The Undead Souls, they discovered something that the Marked Ones vowed never to harm… Mortal’s Blood. The Marked Ones were what we would call vampires, but they don’t prefer that name. The Undead Souls all began with one person, Thomas Jackson, at the time, he was the Marked Ones leader, they lived on a planet far from earth, but close enough to guard it, for earth was so valuable and rich and everybody wanted to get their hands on it. In the town I live, there was a myth that a Marked One came down to earth and bore a child with a Mortal. Of course no one believes that story, but every 12th of October, the ones that do believe the myth, gather together a sacrifice for the Marked Ones, so that good fortune and peace will come to us. Back then I thought that all of this was just a bunch of crap, but somehow he made it clear for me to see