There has been a lot of creative license taken over the centuries when it comes to our kind. The tales that are told have horrified humans and enticed them. But through all the folklore and fabrication, one thing remains constant - we are killers - blood thirsty, soul thirsty killers that are never entirely satiated, never entirely in control. It drives everything in our world. It defines us, and through it we can find those of our kind that must fall. That is our Purpose. There are many out there, walking in the day and night, out of control and never taught the histories. They are created in legions, take on a multitude of incarnations, and hide often in plain sight, counting on your disbelief or safely wrapped in your passionate fantasies. You serve them well. We appreciate the temptations romanticized in your literature and media. The regal caped barons, the glowing misunderstood heroes and the brutally sadistic deviants, all with the gifts we share to one extent or another. They are intended to lure you - to feed their numbers, or increase them - and thousands of you seek them out with your arms held wide for the demon's kiss. But with this comes an obligation you have never dreamed of. The words written here merely tell of one beginning. In the three thousand years of our existence, we have found very few that have been able to master this without purpose. Fewer still can resist becoming what we are meant to destroy. The choice is yours . . . free will binds us all. I only ask that you know what we are before you call us out. Ask yourself if you are strong enough to control the demon once it's inside you. You must choose between being part of the solution or just another problem. Understand how we are all by this origin bound.