Before monsters ever walked the earth, darkness lived only in the hidden chambers of the human heart.
In ancient Salt Blake, a city smothered in fog and ruled by fear of the unknown, dwelt ErickKramer, a devoted and honorable doctor. Every choice he made was for love, and that love was Mina, his wife, whose beauty seemed to ward death itself… until death found her first.
A mysterious illness devoured her strength day by day, and not a single remedy nor any science he knew could save her.
Despair is the first step toward hell.
Erick chased the rumors whispered like curses through alleyways: of a reclusive witch living beyond the borders of human reason—someone who could touch the supernatural.
He found her… and he begged.
The witch, with eyes that seemed to see beyond flesh, brewed a potion forged from forbidden elements. Mina drank it, and by morning she was healed. Radiant. Alive.
Alive… too alive.
The miracle provoked the city's ignorance. The crowd saw blasphemy born of love. Shouts tore through the streets, torches lifted like hungry teeth.
On a starless night, Mina was captured.
Erick as well.
He watched, chains biting his wrists, as his beloved was burned alive before his eyes. The flames shrieked like laughter. The scent of searing flesh branded itself into his soul.
A monster was born that night, long before the pact.
Consumed by agony, Erick returned to the witch demanding vengeance. She had been waiting. For she had never been a healer at all… but a servant of the abyss. A herald of damnation.
"The power you seek," she whispered, "comes only with a price."
"It doesn't matter. I will pay anything," Erick answered.
The ground split open. The air froze.
From the shadows emerged Uphir, the demon who reigns over the domain of corrupted blood. His smile opened like a wound in reality itself.
"The pact is simple: your soul in exchange for eternal power," he decreed.
And Erick accepted.
A bat descended nearby, drawn by the scent of death. Uphir lifted it as an offering… and the creature's blood spilled across the doctor's hands. When Erick drank, the veins in his body became rivers of darkness. His eyes blazed crimson.
Thus the FirstVampire was born.
Years later, he would be known by a name carved into dread itself: Dracula, after the sigil of the first vampire clan, a dragon devouring its own tail.
Upon discovering what his brother had become and the terror he unleashed upon the innocent, UlissesKramer, once a humble merchant, tried to stop him. When he failed… he sought the same pact, but for a different purpose: toprotecthumanity.
A lone wolf appeared beneath the moonlight, its howl echoing fate itself. From its blood, Ulisses ascended as the FirstWerewolf.
And the war between brothers began.
Centuries passed. Armies rose and crumbled beneath moon and blood. Vampires and werewolves split the world, yet never quelled their hatred.
Until the final battle, when Ulisses defeated Erick at the cost of everything he was. He sealed his brother in the Underworld, losing his powers, his vitality. His once-black hair turned white as eternal mourning.
His true name was carried only by the wind.
To the people he saved, he became known as the legendary MoonKnight, the man who tamed the beast within and saved the world. His legend echoed through generations.
Years passed. Though stripped of his supernatural gifts, Ulisses remained immortal. And in time, he found something even war could not destroy...
Love.
Alyra, a vampire with long black hair and a beauty that defied nature, had rejected the malice of her kind. She became his redemption. Together, they defied fate and the infernal laws by bringing impossible life into the world:
Lucy, half human, half vampire, untouched by the sun.
Nyra, half human, half werewolf, unbound by the full moon.
They grew hidden from both worlds.
On their tenth birthday, Alyra gave them heirlooms.
A pendant red as fresh blood for Lucy.
A pendant deep blue as the mountain's howl for Nyra.
Ulisses entrusted them with legendary weapons, gifts meant for warriors:
the silver-and-crimson blade Dracallion for Lucy, and the mystic katana Kaburami for Nyra.
For three years, Ulisses trained them. Alyra loved them. The future finally seemed merciful.
But hell remembers.
Even imprisoned, Erick sensed the sin his brother committed: blending cursed blood with forbidden love. From his infernal cage, he whispered secrets to fanatical vampires… and revealed where Alyra hid.
Retribution fell like a storm.
The mansion burned as screams split the night. Ulisses fought with what strength remained, but his body failed and vanished.
Alyra hid Lucy in the basement, promising to return with Nyra.
But nothing returned.
Only fire.
Only silence.
Only death.
When the flames died and Lucy rose from the ashes, her heart died with her family. Only hatred remained.
Hatred for the monsters who destroyed her life.
Hatred for the blood in her own veins.
From that day on, she swore she would never again be prey. She would hunt what hunted her. She would destroy every monster that dared breathe the same air.
Between sarcasm and fury, she forged herself into something new, a hunter who laughs to keep from crying, who bleeds to remind herself she is still alive.
On that night, thelegendary monster huntress was born.