Azalee the giant black snake was sleeping in a vast room. For hundreds of years her home, the sprawling dungeon basement. At this point in her lifespan, all's needed is peaceful sleep curled up in cold dark sanctuary.

Long ago before becoming dormant, she spawned a thousand children. All being vampire children who hope to reach their next instar, changing from imps into massive snake creatures like mother.

The rest of the mansion upstairs did house them. They all played and lived in its facilities. Yes, very good and fun time for all, harmoniously drinking blood from saucers in great numbers around a great long dining table, and other cute things.

Eventually, the halls became more quiet. A massacre had occured among the children. In the competition to inherit snakehood, of which there can be only a sole winner. In present day, Azalee has 2 remaining children. This leaves the house vulnerable to intruders as she sleeps...

Azalee twitched. She was disturbed. Raising her head, opening her one large eye. Wavering a moment before detecting something. "Is that fucking fent smoke" Rage boiled and overflowed into violent tail lashes.