I once dreamed of only one thing - to escape from the gray world of boring burghers. The dream came true, a new world of absolute freedom and eternal life opened up to me. The price for this happiness is an unquenchable thirst for human blood. Quite acceptable, for my taste. But eternity itself is empty and meaningless, and in the darkness of the night there are fierce creatures hiding, hating everything that is not generated by the Underworld. What will become the meaning and purpose of my life - eternal hatred or eternal love? And are they really separated from each other?