Kingdom of Blood

Centuries ago were dark and difficult times, the "disease" spread everywhere; This disease made those who contracted it very sensitive to light, to the point of burning them and only wanted to drink blood. It was said to be spread by an animal bite, but the children of older families knew the truth. This was not a disease ... those were vampires. Four great families came together to fight and annihilate the threat, the Colts, the Stockers, the Fontanas, and the Langleys. They were grandsons of the first vampire hunters that existed and they knew the threat they faced, so they divided up and marched to the different continents to fight to regain the lost peace.  It was a fierce and bloody fight in which they believed they had destroyed all vampires and their creator, but they were wrong. What those demons were really looking for was an ancient potion called "The Devil's Poison."  Created by alchemists when they sought to create the source of eternal life; This potion was hidden and protected by the Church, after the death of the first Pope.  "The Devil's Poison" is a two-edged sword, because any human who drank it would die instantly, on the other hand, if a vampire drinks it, he acquires immortality.  The last battle was fought where the potion was hidden ... What happened that night is not known exactly, since it is not recorded in any book; the story was passed from father to son for centuries and was losing part of its essence as it was told until it almost became a legend.  The only reminder of that day for the Descendants of these families were the objects used that day: the Stockers, the Solei dagger; the Fontanas, the Black Book; the Langleys, the HalfMoon reliquary; and the Colts, the Key; whose images were adopted as shields for each family. Each family departed to different continents, vowing to protect the world should the threat ever resurface. Six years ago The night was cold, not a soul was seen in the streets, two teenagers they were standing motionless in the dark shadow of an alley. They were both dressed in black and were crying uncontrollably, the boy hugging the girl who was holding a baby in her arms. - Thanks for coming - said the boy.  - Is this him? - the people who have just arrived were also a man and a woman but they were in their thirties. - Yes, it's a boy - said the girl, giving the baby to the woman. - We repeat that we are very sorry for your loss - said the older man, addressing the boy in front of him, and suddenly he hugged him. - If it's okay with you - the woman said to the girl - we want to call him Andrew. She just nodded and felt tears spill from her eyes. The older couple left with the baby, after briefly hugging them, they drove off in a simple car leaving the younger ones alone in the middle of the night. - Did you hear? - the girl said hugging him - they are going to call him Andrew, like our father - she stammered in the middle of a sea of tears.  - Yes, I did hear it - he said, rocking her gently - we'd better go back, our brothers are waiting for us. They walked in silence, lost in the streets without witnesses, never imagining that they would never see any of them again.