Crimson Overlord

A/N: After the Gods plotted against Orpheus, killing him, the heartbroken Emea performed a forbidden spell in him bringing him from the dead but he came back totally different, the first of his kin, the primogenitor of the vampires, Emea became his first victim, dying in his hands fortunely before it was completely late he performed a ressurection spell on her, she would have to reincarnate seven times before becoming complete again.

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The city of Rosemore was built atop robust hills and is truly a gorgeous marvel. Its grace is matched by the backdrop of grand forests which have helped shape the city to what it is today.

The climate these forests brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings have been built with timber from those very same forests.

The skyline is scattered with modest skyscrapers and each was more impressive than the next. Recreation is impeccable in Rosemore and it has attracted a lot of attention. A few new cultures have left their mark not just on education, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of monotony has grown into a new culture of variety and it's this that unites the 5 million people to this day.

It's this multicultural identity that has truly left its mark. Hundreds of restaurants, sandwich bars and clubs offer a plethora of culinary choices and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy musea, sport activities, musical activities or one of the many other recreational venues.

In a beautiful house, from the outside this house looks cozy. It has been built with wheat colored bricks and has walnut wood decorations. Small, rectangular windows add to the overall look of the house and have been added to the house in a mostly asymmetric way.

The house is equipped with an average kitchen and one small bathroom, it also has a generous living room, five bedrooms, a cozy dining area, an office and a large basement.

The building is rectangular shaped. The house is fully surrounded by a patio.

The second floor is smaller than the first, which allowed for a roof garden on one side of the house. This floor has a very different style than the floor below.

The roof is low and triangular and is covered with seagrass. Two small chimneys poke out the center of the roof. A few large windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof.

The house itself is surrounded by grass, a huge tree in the center and bushes on the borders of the plot.

In this house lives a family of father and daughter. The daughter was around seventeen, she was not a beauty but her face was good looking. Chestnut hair and ice blue eyes. She is in highschool.

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''Crap!", The girl exclaimed.

In her haste, a stack of books on the solid desk crashed on the floor with a resounding thud.

"Quinn?" Her father called from outside.

She sighed in annoyance, "I'll be out in two minutes dad!"

Two minutes ago, Quinn uttered the same words, and now, she was already two minutes too late for class. Another sigh, seriously?

Quinn's backpack seemed to have slumped into a corner very inattentively, as both she and her belongings were unprepared for the day. Her room was upside down, with clothes almost everywhere and a long lost pair of socks as decoration.

The window could only provide so much light as the weather outside didn't look as inviting as it should have on a Monday morning.

Just as Quinn reached for her lonely, sagging backpack, another loud thud echoed through the room.

Her hands clenched into fists, she was on the verge of cursing aloud. Turning around, she discovered that it wasn't the books she thought had fallen again. She frowned but then quickly went on putting together her stuff.

Another thud, louder this time.

Quinn flinched a little, this time she heard it even louder. Did something fall outside?

"Dad!", she called hesitantly. "Did something fall?"

No answer.

"Da–"

THUD!

She froze. Quinn didn't know what happened, she wasn't sure whether something fell or not. She slowly moved to her door and peered into the living room.

One step into the living room, one breath.

Quinn slid off her jacket and let it fall on the floor. The back door, that connected the living room and the backyard, made a creaking sound as it opened a little wider.

Everything in the living room seemed just as normal as a normal monday morning could ever be, but something felt off.

Quinn hesitated and debated whether she would check the backyard or just pack her stuff and hurry up, but the sound of heavy footsteps kept her from going to her room.

She quietly went into the kitchen, where a window could provide a better view of the backyard. She felt like a little thief, snooping around in her own house, but she just had to check. And she had the feeling that it had to be done so quietly as possible.

She stood on her tippy toes, her eyes reaching the edges of the window.

Her father was sitting on a bench in the garden wearing his shoes looking at his watch as if time was the only foe that could ever stop him.

Her eyes grew bigger with shock as she watched three armed men with black masks covering their faces as they quietly attempted to sneak behind her father's big white van. Her eyes flew to her father, who had abandoned the chair, now standing near the van. Almost as if he sensed something amiss.

Quinn's face turned pale, her thoughts racing through her mind, her hands trembling and sweating. All that could come into her mind was warning her father, but somehow her mind seemed to block out all the thoughts that could help her with that.

Her father looked at his watch again, only if he knew that two minutes had already passed and it was too late.

"Put your hands up!"

All three men stood firmly on the ground, holding a gun aimed at the father. Quinn instinctively covered her mouth with her hands, holding back a scream.