Demonixx (Renegade)

DEMONIXX (Independent)✷
	Sovereign:	Seratheana Vénátríx (seratheana)
	Co-Sovereign:	ﻜℎαᴆὄשּׁ (midnightshadowwolf)
	Ambassador:
	Proxy:
	History:	The great lady heaves a heavy sigh and continues the story, opening the book once again where its held marked by a long well manicured finger, she uses a long nail to flip the page before she continues to read those words written on the page in some forgotten language. "and so the stories flew, the abandoning of the council by so many of the arches and political leaders could only be deemed mass exodus. Those left within the council struggled to maintain its strength and integrity against ever growing questions presented by the young ones gathering under the banner of the remaining arches. Entire clans uprooting themselves and their sources of power within the council, to abandon its teachings and laws. Unrest flowing from them like the very waves of darkness from being in the presence of the sources diabolics, and darkness forbid and keep us, the source himself." She then whipes a bead of bloodsweat from her brow at reading the words and remembering the unrest during those times she looks about at the gathered children, newly turned and yet uncomprehending of the issues and turmoil surrounding their newfound rising. she then continues, licking the bloodsweat from her fine long finger as if tasting the blood of the quicklings. "back then we simply called it "going rogue" she says almost with a smile. "fools that we were and full of ourselves and our own importance. what little we knew." Continuing in a soft melodic voice "So those families, outcasting themselves from the ranks and roles of their council teachings, and the following of the source himself, did curse themselves to a halflife, an existence among the quicks themselves, no longer purely the source but gathering light into their teachings, their bodies changing, these were soon deemed by those followers of the source to be the "changlings" or were's a very abomination of the sources gift, no longer deeming themselves followers or thinking themselves above the teachings and laws of the council they cast themselves, and thier entire bloodlines into an encursed state. that of a halflife, a corruption of the darkness, of their existence as once proud and pure followers of the blood." The elder then looks up as she glances about at those gathered around, lifting an eyebrow as if to say "see what happens when you displease those in power" she casually nods and flips another page. "but what then would you ask, became of all the outcasts? those who were cast out of the council, out of the houses and clans and families, did they become corrupted by the same twisting of the sources power with his teachings not being taught and learned by the younglings?. She once again glances about at all those gathered, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips as the words on the page are imparted to the youths gathered about before continuing, "no those who chose or were forced to become the outcasts suffered a far worse fate, for being outcasted, and forming and hiding groups loyal to the shadows, that gray line between darkness and light, forced to hide and gather in the half light between the world of the quicks and that of the darkness, those suffered far more, in their bitterness, and deprivation, those cursed to wander the darkness alone, or in small groups, Pausing as she looks at her attentive audience, a hint of remembered times flashing cross her fine delicate features, before she continues reading. "hunting other vampires of both the council and these new corrupted changlings, took the blood from both, a potent cocktail of a mismatched and not yet fully understood mix. These became the slayers, loyal to only their own, these shades, not shadow, not light, but a shade of gray, these hunters and stalkers of the night, hiding among the quicks, living a half life as they were, they soon became just that, a shade, not a shadow, not a sunbeam but something in between, invisible among both the light, and the dark, yet drinking from both, feeding from the essence of nothingness, they lost themselves in their hunger for the blood of others, these slayers,. formed from bands of the very outcasts of the once great and powerful societies, lived not on the blood of the quicks, but on the blood of the very council vampires that they hunted. Soon lost their appetite for eating from the quicks altogether. forced to feed from the blood of other vampires for so long, they soon could not stomach the blood of the quicklings." The old woman then looks around with a false look of horror on her face, "scary is'nt it, what becomes of one who only lives on blood of those they hate. those they dislike, or those who they feel have wronged them." she looks around at each in turn, those bright young faces of young, newly turned vampires. "remember that, when you yourselves feel the need or want to move from the shadows and darkness that surround our source. for his teachings and his very darkness are what keeps your blood and your lives from becoming so corrupted like those in the story. Leaning back apon the divan, smiling again to ease the heartache and terror her words have imparted to the children gathered about. "but all is not lost, our source is here, he guides us, we are his children, and we, you and i, will fight and live, and go on to create more who will learn of his teachings, who will take the blood gifts given to us from his very blood. Those arches and followers of the darkness, of the council, will work to protect us from the corruption of the were's ,. but we must all work ourselves not to fall into the curse of the slayers." Then with a heavy sigh as she finishes reading, she closes the book with a snap, making several of those gathered about jump at the noise, smiling as she slips the worn book onto the pedestal next to her divan she looks about again and laughs "now children let us go out and feed, let us go drink the blood and essences of those quicks , and let us find more who would join our family and accept the gifts of the council, the source, and the darkness".

The Great Houses of Clan Demonixx

Venatrix Noctis Rosetum

Venatrix Noctis Rosetum
	Princeps:	Seratheana Vénátríx (seratheana)
	Delegate:	ﻜℎαᴆὄשּׁ (midnightshadowwolf)
	Liaison:	RahRah (rahrahsayah)
	History: