Prologue

Today is my birthday, who would think, I should be happy, that would be normal, right?.

The problem is that my family and I are the opposite of "normal" or that is what everyone says, I think they are wrong, although I myself must even admit that I doubt sometimes.

Observing my father sitting in his chair, I try to see my resemblance to him but I failed miserably in the attempt, we do not have much resemblance, his hair was brown, let's say as much as chocolate while mine was red-haired, he always said that he looked more orange Squeaky than red, his eyes were green and mine were blue.

And the most notorious difference between us was the thirst for blood, suffering and war that he maintained and, as you may suppose, he did not accept this, something that he completely disliked.

At his side were my brothers, Lusius and Alexei, they really did look like him, his way of walking, of looking at others and even had that hatred for humanity just like him. They were his great pride and he never tired of repeating it to me.

My brothers were feared and respected, even me who carried the same blood that they feared.

I was afraid of them, because I knew what beasts are capable of and worse even when fury or passion ignited within them ...