• The legend
    Long, long ago, in a city and country far different and distant from our own, there lived a cruel, heartless man, who hated all people. His name was Alexander. He was the most ruthless battle commander the small country’s army had ever known, and anyone who crossed him on a bad day would most likely not live to see the next sunrise. Days, weeks, months, years passed, and his hate for the goddess’ children grew only stronger.
    In this same village, there was a boy. He had hair as blond as the sun, eyes as blue as the sea. This boy was favored by the goddess – and should any harm have come to him, she would weep until the world was to flood. The people called him beautiful, angelic. His name was considered an equivalent to a word of fairness, grace, and loveliness. Aleinth. Alexander hated the boy. He selfishly wished for himself to be favored by the goddess, rather than the pathetic child.
    One day, as Alexander prayed to the goddess to heal his wounded men, the goddess demanded of him a sacrifice. Alexander thought wicked thoughts about Aleinth being the sacrifice – and his evil thoughts soon manifested into wicked actions. So, disregarding the sacred laws of sacrifice that the goddess had laid down at the beginning of time, Alexander captured the beauty, spilling his life’s blood for mere jealousy.
    The goddess was enraged. Not only had this man tainted the holiness of her sacrificial laws, but he had brutally butchered one of her most precious children. Vengeful, the goddess heard the names that the people called Alexander. Bloodthirsty? She would show him what it was to thirst for blood!
    As the goddess made her plans, Alexander had come to meet yet another boy favored by the goddess. His name was Steffen. He was incredibly beautiful, with hair as black as night, and skin as white as sand. Petite, with dainty hands and soft, kind eyes. Alexander soon fell in love with the goddess’ darling Steffen, and did everything he could to appease the boy. And it worked.
    Only then did the goddess act. Alexander began to feel lightheaded, and have cravings for human blood. His canine teeth grew sharp – his eyes became a deep and terrifying crimson.
    One dark day, returning to his quarters, Alexander’s bloodlust controlled him. Steffen, completely naive and as sweet as could be, ran to meet his lover at the door. Alexander then did something he would forever regret.
    He pierced his lover’s milky skin to taste the forbidden crimson fruit below – and once he began, he couldn’t stop.
    Steffen died that day, a painful yet pleasure-filled death, and Alexander was cursed to live eternally alone, watching the years go by, forever longing for his lover’s warm embrace.
    Some say he went mad and threw himself off the deepest chasm he could find in an attempt to end the loneliness and uselessness he called existence. Others say he simply faded away into nothingness. Some, however, believe he lives among us still, completely unchanged, searching for the reincarnate of his most precious love.
    Of course, some say this is simply a story.
    But I bet Alexander would say different.