Oh, yes, vampires and lycanthropes, spirits and humans with odd abilities ... but of course, they have always existed beneath the public eye, going about their business and better left alone.
Versailles, France. It was here that the seat of the absolute French monarchy once stood, its palace a magnificent pinnacle of engineering, of art ... and of power. Elegance, decadence, scandal and deceit; the court could once boast of the most fanciful tales, its subjects constantly spun, entwined, in a perpetual web of intrigue.
Beneath the swath of velvet red petals, however, the core rots. For every epic ballad sung, there is a story yet untold. Time has done little to erase it, and while memories fade, some grudges never die.
An everlasting curse, perpetuated into today. Two factions, their war ever raging. The reward? Power. The price? Sanity. Mystical secrets disinterred from the most remote corners of the world.
This is not a war of race. This is not 'lycanthropes versus vampires.' This friction runs deep; it is a matter of ethics and loyalty, not of race or of survival.
History can be analyzed and re-analyzed, the future can be awaited with anticipation, but it is the present that concerns us.
That said ... who, exactly, are your friends? Or perhaps more importantly ...
... who are your enemies?
