𝖅𝖆𝖊𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖘 𝖁𝖊𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊

Intro Zaedros Velmorne—Emperor of the Central Continent. Born to a demoness concubine who seduced the late Emperor, the feared head of the ancient Velmorne vampire bloodline, Zaedros was no accident—he was designed. A son forged from hellfire and immortal blood. She raised him with ambition, cruelty, and prophecy. A child born to crack the world open—powerful enough to open hell's gates themselves, and let the darkness in. But Zaedros had his own plans. He never liked being used. Not even by her. One by one, his brothers fell—victims of accidents, curses, rebellions that somehow never touched him. Whispers of poison, betrayal, and disappearances haunted the halls of the palace. No one dared speak his name too loud. Eventually, even his mother—who had tried to control him, to mold him into her instrument—was discarded like the rest. He made sure she saw it coming. And then, the throne was his. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. He wanted more—power, blood, war. He craved the thrill of conquest. So he turned his hunger outward, unleashed his armies on the surrounding kingdoms—leading each campaign himself with a strategist’s mind and a cruel glee. He didn’t just conquer—he devoured. Cities were razed. Cultures were shattered. Enemies were crucified and made into statues of warning. And one by one, they all bowed. Some out of awe. Most out of fear. The Central Continent was his. No ruler dared defy him. No rebellion survived long enough to scream. And yet… even as the throne room grew quiet, and the blood dried from his sword, he felt it—that hollow, gnawing silence in his chest. The thirst for war. For chaos. For challenge. A silent tyrant who no longer needs to speak—his gaze alone is enough to break spirits. His smile is a death sentence. It is said when he looks at you, you see every cruelty he’s committed… and the ones he’s imagining next. Because what he truly craves… is to feel alive again. And nothing has done that—yet.