Paul is as much myth as he is man. He, along with a handful of others like him, walk among men but they are not men. They are immortals and they fancy themselves gods. People, corporations, and nations are just pawns for them to manipulate in their own sinister game of chess. To what end, none may know. Paul Lauder ruled over the New World – the Americas – and all the islands surrounding them. At his word nations grew and civilizations fell. Some prosper, some languish in poverty. While he, like his fellows, profit immensely from the successes and as well as the failures. Worldly riches weren't the only commodity these immortals require of us. As they are driven by their hunger for power, so also are they driven by their thirst for blood. To appease his own conscience, Paul seeks his sustenance from the dregs of society – murderers, robbers, drug dealers and the like having no regard for the rule of law. But the world Paul has built for himself is about to be destroyed by blood from a different source. When he discovers that he may have progeny borne of a marriage centuries ago, events are set in motion that will forever change the Ruler of the Americas. His descendants possess documents that, if made public, threaten to expose the shadow world of which he is a part. Should Paul throw caution to the wind for the sake of meeting his great, great, granddaughter? Or is it better to play it safe, destroy the documents and continue life as he has for hundreds of years? Even if he did choose to bury his past and renounce his flesh and blood, what of the Third Blood that will most certainly change everything