It was revolutionary, something different to anything we had done before. We discovered an alternative to our ways, a simple little mixture that changed all we had ever known. With the help of humanity’s modern developments, we found an alternative to the crimson nectar that had filled our bellies for millennia. Of course many did not approve.

It was aimed to make peace, originally. To stop hostility between human and vampire-kind, and bring us out of the shadows we had been lurking in for so long.

Previously, vampires as a whole had good relationships with each other. The odd family had a tiff with another, but in the end, people helped each other out. Communities formed in the alcoves of humanity, small groups all working as one for survival.

Instead, it sparked war. Those who did not wish to betray the old ways that guided them for so long, those who sought change, and those who wanted to stop the destruction. The war tore it all apart. A vampire could not wander in their own territory without fighting for their life over their stance on the matter. Covens in the dark were scattered in the wind, even those who hid among humanity were not safe.

It is unknown how many have died, nor how many are yet to, but more blood has scarred the Earth than ever should. Irony is the sharpest blade.