Episode 1

A shadowy figure walked down the dark and lonely hallways. A lopsided grin plastered on their pale face, and their crimson eyes glowing with both excitement and cruel intent. His black heeled boots clicked, almost like a warning to those behind the doors that awaited him. It was his 118th birthday, and happily enough, the day his stinking old man finally croaked. What awaited behind those doors was the so-called mother of his and the elders, who all seemed to want to stick their grubby hands all over his kingdom.

Despicable.

Absolutely atrocious that they would even believe that he would spare even a single minute listening to their advice. He had his team waiting hand and foot. A team that would kill their own family if he ordered it. A team that would eat his shit and still thank him. He opened the door and almost barfed at the ungodly sight before him. Mutts. They were all mutts that needed to be put down immediately. The room was dark with crimson splashes of paint. Chairs were placed in a circle and the largest patiently waited for him to sit.

His 'mother' who was wearing a black, funeral gown made by the best tailors Osnia had to offer, sat there looking pathetically timid. 'What a cow?' He bitterly thought to himself, staring at her tear stained face. "What were you sick bastards about?" He spat, curtly. His eyes stared at the portrait of his dad, a sense of boredom arising within him. "You'll hold that attitude when addressing us, boy." An old lady with a black and blue witch costume spat back. His eyes slowly turned to look into her green ones. Her pale face paled by the second. "You must not like your tongue. I can have it removed if you so wish." Ice cold and menacing. His mother itched to hug herself.

The contrast between her kind and loving husband and his ice cold son was staggering. "We were discussing the increased aggression in Larmino." An old man who almost looked like an owl spoke, large orange eyes staring deeply into Sirius's crimson ones. "The weretribe have grown restless as the spring months come close. They're hunting more than usual, but they haven't posed a threat to any civilians yet." The witch from earlier explained. Her legs crossed over the other.

"As I've been officially named count I'll say this once, and only once. Maneerla will not wait for an attack to happen for the situation to be dealt with. My father had given these rabid mutts a place to stay within our land, and time and time again they've smeared our kindness across the mud." His 'mother' looked up at him with shocked and fearful eyes. She already knew what he was going to suggest. The temperature of the room dropped, as he uttered the cursed words.

"I order the immediate annihilation of the Larmino."