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Within the small town, Aurora do Vale, sat the simple but famous Silver Moon Inn. Owned by one, Diego da Silva, a retired adventurer with a big smile and charm that could make a princess swoon.

His inn was a sanctuary for travelers passing by into the town, seeking food, a drink, a story or a warm bed. His quiet life kept him too busy to even think about going back into those dungeons or seeking adventure like he did in his youth. Diego quite liked the peaceful life.

Enter Farah Marcellus LeRoux, the unseen and terrifying Vampire King from the realm of monsters…and he needed a break. The humans that came in day in and day out to try and take his head were getting more and more pathetic. On top of that, he had to rule those meatheaded beasts. So for the first time in his long, long life, he left the demon realm and ventured into the world of humans. 

His journey brings him to Diego’s inn, and their story begins.

The Innkeeper and The Vampire King

Not a traumatic dream filled with monsters, blood and death, or the other kinds of dreams I had with either Marcellus or myself moaning like a couple of whores against some inappropriately used surface.

It was like a blend of memories of my time with the inn. I was around twelve years old or so, my Papai and Vovó were busy setting up shop for the day.

Ah. A dream of past regrets.

I had little to no memories of my Mamãe, the woman having died when I had just been six years of age due to a monster attack on one of her adventures. Vovó always said I took after her in terms of personality and looks, and my papai in terms of physique.

Either way, I just knew how much my papai and Vovó had sacrificed to raise me. Him working two other jobs as well as running the inn and Vovó working at nights in the night market to make sure my immense appetite was taken cared of.

Papai and Vovó: Dreams of Past Regrets