Hunger. Blood. Hunt. Eat. Feral. No longer human.

Where humanity once dwelled, nothing remained. They died — became the undead — the first embraced vampires. That was against the law. Humans were food. Nothing more. Turning one was high treason.

As Ascendant, I watched as the magic unfolded over those turned into one of us. No longer human. No longer vampire. Feral beasts that would roam the day. The cursed would roam the land, but I didn’t know that they would hunt the humans and the survivors would carry the disease and change on the moon. In hindsight, I made a mistake.