It was raining blood; the stairs were as a waterfall drenching the carpet and soaking the marble floors. The demon of all demons had finally ended his reign. The last of the first heirs had deceased, and subsequently, left a son to wonder of his father's troublesome fate.

The Makai saw a day in which Vinzer Sakamaki was no more, and his soul descended deep into the depths of Inferno's flame. It was solemn when Karlheinz stood over his father's corpse. Cold and lifeless, skin falling from the bone. Traces of black dust could be scene splitting from his flesh; immortality was no longer immortal, and Vinzer's death certainly proved this. A great vampire rested among the souls of the humans now, lonely and forgotten.

The stench of his blood flooded throughout the castle, and Karlheinz immediately recognized the flooding sensation of the Founder's. It was so crisp and so recognizable that he could pick it out of a midsummer breeze.

"Ah yes, my dear father. Those pesky little founders thirsting for authority over all demons. They're oblivious, aren't they?" Karlheinz's fingers ran their way through the dark strands of his father's hair. It faded into air as it left his palm.

"Oh well, I suppose. After all, you sat a figurehead for ten thousand years. Though I must admit I am tragically betrayed by the idea that you gave my inheritance to those blind bastards." His voice trailed off. "As a matter of fact...perhaps they should pay for your demise..."

Karlheinz found himself turning the door as he walked about, leaving his father's cadaver to rot in the tower. "Yes, until my time comes and death approaches me, I will slaughter every last Founder as vengeance. After all...they..stole it all away, didn't they?" He smirked slightly to himself.

Fires were burning throughout the Makai; a familiar face was burnt into Karlheinz's mind as he walked about the halls. Had the Founders taken the reign so easily? Yes, indeed they had. For when Karlheinz arrived at the entrance of the throne room where all of his father's knowledge stored itself, there atop the throne was Giesbach.

"Ah, Karlheinz. High atop my throne I still can recognize your foul stench," he remarked as the man walked from the center aisle. "As for Vinzer, his death was a necessary loss. Absolutely pivotal to the Founders' resurrection as the rulers of this fantasy world." He remarked.

"Your attempt at rule is laughable," Karlheinz chuckled a bit at this man's egoism. "The aristocrats will rebel, the ghouls will find their way to freedom and obey their wishes. Is that what you desire as king, blind fool?"

"You doubt my capability as the Makai's ruler?" Giesbach retorted back in a vicious slur of speech.

"Indeed I do," Karlheinz furrowed his expression and dusted away his elegant manners, trading them for a far less sophisticated persona.

Thus, a war began. Karlheinz painted the spring a red hue, and one by one sought to slaughter each and every Founder. Hundreds of lives were lost; the entire first blood race faced extinction, and, crowning himself king of the underworld, Karlheinz vowed death to every man, woman, and child born under the Founder status.

The fire burned. It burned brightly against the darkened clouds in the horizon, damned souls crying out for mercy, his mercy. Yet, Karlheinz merely stared. Blood poured from his fingertips and onto the ground he walked above, the dead latching onto his feet as he passed by. Every ounce of mercy he could conjure up had vanished; he simply lusted for power, once they had surrendered over to him.

Walking along his newfound fantasies, the man simply laughed at the demons whose existence was no more. Karlheinz's actions were not thoughtless, and as they vanished, he realized this. Like a prey to its predator, he cast fire upon a victim running for the exit, cutting their state short.

"You mustn't do this!" A woman shouted among the flames. The man could see her long white hair blowing in the smoke, showcasing her sorrowful, tear-stricken eyes. The woman's pleas did nothing but enlighten more searing hatred from the man.

"This is the end for you, Krone," he stated. "The Founders must be rid from this world if a new race is to begin. My father's fantasies must be fulfilled, and your deaths are necessary for his soul's rest," the woman gasped at the man's words, her dead husband lying before her feet as she mellowed out in tears. For she knew fire would not be her death, rather Enzeit would take her life. Her hands had a strange substance on them that the man could see, yet he desired the satisfaction to kill her now.

"Your father does nothing more but weep over your lust for power, the same as he," the woman said as an overwhelming amount of sorrow filled her heart. "I shall thank you though, for allowing me to return to ashes as you have done my husband." Krone gave a large smile through the fire and within seconds, she had succumbed to her Enzeit, rather than the flames around her.

Karlheinz. The new king, the leader of the Makai, had finally come to his rule. He snarled at the demons groaning and screaming among the flames, disregarding their sacrifice for his rule.

Hell was finally in his palm.