High above California City, beneath the endless lights and poisoned sky, a man stood alone on the edge of a tower.
Black coat.
Pale skin.
Crimson eyes that had witnessed two thousand years of history.
His name was Lucian.
The last vampire.
The city below moved like a living ocean. Cars. Sirens. Crowds. Endless noise.
Lucian hated noise.
He missed silence.
He missed the old world.
But the old world was ash now.
Only he remained.
Lucian lived among humans like a ghost.
Never aging.
Never dying.
Watching generations disappear while he remained exactly the same.
He had learned long ago that immortality was not a blessing.
It was punishment.
The only reason he had survived this long was because of one promise.
A promise made by his human brother, Damian.
"NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIME PASSES…
OUR BLOODLINE WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU."