Some say we were born from filth and from sin,
The creatures of nightfall, The Devil's children.

Some say that we grace the night with our charm,
When the sun goes to sleep, we may cause some alarm.

Others believe we are misunderstood,
And though born from the wicked, may be destined for good.

When light hides away, you may see us step in,
With red on our lips, for there's blood on our chins.

With claws on our fingers and votive fangs just like blades,
There are some who would call us the Nightfall Brocade.

We rest in our coffins, in our dark city of bliss,
No mortal e'er visited our Necropolis.

We leave our dark city, on our Ka Isra journey,
Our flight from our homes, bring back hunters on gurneys.

Though we may draw them in with our archaic smiles,
We drink from their throats, yes, some think it quite vile.

We sleep in the day, and feed in the night,
We do what we must, be it wicked or right.

But no matter our purpose, our creed or our plight,
We all stay together; Brothers, Sisters, unite!




by Iris Winterborn










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Halloween 2007.
Vladmir Von Helson has begun the resistance of his undead army of vampires against the human forces of Gambino.
In the midst of battle, not all humans crave to fight their attackers, but often they also embrace the eternal life the existance as a vampire may offer.
The battle is harsh and without help even a vampire could easily fall, ambushed or cornered by a crowd too large for them to handle.
Unorganised attacks from both sides would lead to no change of the situation and the battle seemingly continued without an end in sight.

It was in these battles that the members of this coven united, to plan their attacks and take care so none of them would be harmed.
The wish to continue the companionship was great and so, as to stay a coven, this place has become a place of safetly and shelter from any attacks.