In Bran, Romania, in the Carpathian Mountains of Transylvania; two nigh-flawless figures sat regally atop a grand red seat, wide enough to comfortably accommodate four people. This seat was no mere throne; it exuded an aura of dominance, its polished frame encrusted with blood-red gemstones that shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
These were Khaos and Kaktos, the Upir Twins, progenitors of the undead. As their title implied, they were true Upirs—a race that predated and sired all forms of undead existence. Their beauty was unnerving, transcending mortal comprehension.
Khaos wore a deep crimson robe, understated yet powerful, made of material so luxurious even the untrained eye would recognize its unparalleled quality. The fabric shimmered faintly, like liquid rubies flowing under the light of the moon.