Alcatone Ragnovah was born in a small Kingdom within G'ael. His father, Ajihad Ragnovah, was a warrior through and through. Ajihad's kingdom only knew hardship under his rule, that is until he met Eldunari Cadash. She softened his heart, and his beliefs. They inevitably married. Soon they were the proud parents of Alcatone Ragnovah.

As he grew older, Alcatone's father taught him the ways of the sword and his mother taught him how to be a gentleman. He was never satisfied until he had their approval. One dark night, as the family made their way home, the wheel on one of the wagons in their caravan shattered. While the soldiers worked to repair it, the grouping of people brought in unwanted attention. An overwhelming force of bandits attacked. The soldiers, along with Ajihad, held off the force with ease. The bloodshed would bring in an even worse foe. While werewolves weren't often encountered, enough blood would bring in a frenzy. The soldiers had met their match. One by one they fell, torn limb from limb. Eldunari forced Alcatone to hide in one of the chests in the back of a wagon, begging him to only come out once the sun rose over the horizon. Minutes had passed. The sounds of screams and snarls slowly died out. He waited as instructed. He returned home, his parents now only a memory.

Alcatone didn't cope well with the next few years. He always snuck out in the dead of night, hunting. Werewolves were always on his mind, day and night. He slaughtered any and all he came across. On a night darkened by clouds, Alcatone ran into a hooded figure a mile out from the safety of his home. The figure watched him. Alcatone was still, watching for any movement. Nothing felt right about this. He was about to turn and run, but the figure had already found its place beside him. The figure grabbed Alcatone and tilted his head to the side. Fangs were visible. Alcatone fought with all he had but the figure was too strong. The fangs found their mark and soon all turned black. He awoke and returned home, his life changed forever.

The craving for blood was insatiable. He picked off random travelers from various roads leading to the kingdom. For years he continued this process with no remorse. He thought nothing of the lives he took, only that they tasted so damn good. On one particular evening, his hunger was greater than usual. He had been tracking a lone wagon for a few miles. He could spot a man and woman and one other figure in the back. With unnatural speed, he overtook the wagon, immediately grabbing the man. He could hear the woman screaming to the other person in the wagon as Alcatone tore the man apart, draining him to his hearts desire. His attention turned now to the woman. He ignored her pleas. Her blood was delicious. Next came the final meal. He tore the cloth from the wagon to find a child cowering under some boxes. Alcatone stopped. The child looked at him with fear and sorrow. The vampire was frozen in place. All he could see was himself. What had he done? What had he become? Alcatone returned home, vowing to suppress the monster within.

With Alcatone's sudden change in heart, his kingdom began to prosper. Conditions improved. Celebrations were held in his name. When the people realized that their leader seemed to never age, they knew what he was. There were those against his rule, but most wanted him to stay in power. He watched over his people for over two centuries.

After all the time he had spent on his people, he never once saw to himself. The Duke was lonely. That is until he met a young woman, by the name of Olette Falgood. A woman that would no doubt change his life for the better.