Stygian Covenant

Stygian Covenant
	Sovereign:	Cᴏᴄᴏ ᴅᴇ Mᴏɴᴛᴍᴏʀᴇɴᴄʏ-Lᴀᴠᴀʟ (baroness.eisenhart)
	Co-Sovereign:	Dᴀɴɪᴇʟʟᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ Tᴏᴜʀ (danielas2000)
	Ambassador:	TBA
	Proxy:	Aʀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴅᴇ Vᴀᴜx (arlette.vlodovic)
	Political Faction:	Arch Cabalist (AC)

Greater Houses of Stygian Covenant Clan

Twisted Flame

Twisted Flame
	Princeps:	Ɲαʈɣ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta (natasa Eel)
	Delegate:	GậL ƮŦ Ѡɛsta (Gert2012)
	Liaison:	Rєвєккα ƮŦ Ѡɛsta (vRebekka)
	History:	Internal house Affairs: ƮḥụrsdayƮŦ Ѡɛsta (ThursdayMood) Event DoM Director: AishaƮŦ Ѡɛsta (Aisha Flagon) History : In the bowels of a forgotten country house, where the walls sweat with centuries-old damp and the air is heavy with the smell of iron and decay, ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta began her sacred betrayal against death. She was the granddaughter of an Einherjar, a bloodthirsty god-warrior whose name was whispered only in mortal terror. But where her grandfather reduced kingdoms to ashes with swords of black steel, ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta understood that true dominion does not come from destruction, but from possessing the soul. The years in the quiet were a cold forge. ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta did not recruit soldiers; she collected broken instruments. The alchemist whose flesh slowly rotted away from forbidden poisons, the knight who had burned out his own eyes never to have to behold the grace of the sun again, and the street children with teeth sharper than their minds. They were the colorful dark souls, the outcasts of the world, whom she bound together with threads of blood and oath into a solid vampire house. In the darkness of the cellars, she taught them the laws of the Realm. She showed them that blood was not merely food, but a key. They mapped the hidden fault lines of the dimensions, the places where the veil between worlds is so thin that one can hear the voices of the Old Entities. ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta taught them when to kneel before the beings in the void and when to sink their teeth into the throat of fate. Centuries later, the mansion is no longer a ruin, but a living organism of shadow. The walls breathe along with the heartbeat of the Vampire House . ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta still reigns, seated on a throne constructed from the remains of those who underestimate her. Her people have become a family, forged in the furnace of shared sins and an unwavering pride. A dark fire burns in the eyes of her subjects; they worship not the vampire, but the woman who made an invincible realm of their collective misery. She is the Night Queen, and in her realm the sun never rises again. The (TF) Twisted Flame Family and (DoM) Daughters of Magic family evolved: As darkness and shadows spread across the land, ancient fears awaken, fears of something more than death. In the heart of a Slavic village, creatures embody that fear. But forget what Hollywood told you. Slavic vampires are not just pale nobles in cloaks. We are restless souls, corrupted spirits of the dead, caught between this world and the next. Our souls did not rest and our bodies rose, we emerged as Flames that took on different forms, like the Twisted Flame, destroying all before it, yet granting grace and eternity. When you say our name, do not imagine a charming aristocrat, imagine a disgruntled soul, a restless dead man, a creature born of grief, revenge and ancient fear. But our mythology lives in a gray area, our creatures are ordered symbolism, closely related to nature, death and the human soul, and perhaps this is what makes us the most terrifying, because they were not created for fun, but out of faith. However, we have expanded our faith, only the chosen ones are invited to the forest of the dead, where the goddesses Moran and Westa sow death, fire and balance, but the goddess does not accept everyone. From this enchanted forest, the invited never return, their souls wander among the crowns of these trees. But we listen to them with an evil smile. In unpredictability and mystery, we have adapted from the ancient world to the modern world, and unexpectedly we can be close to you. We are like a flame that keeps us alive, in the dark we can warm or enchant you, we run from love, but we still love. We can enchant you with our appearance and closeness, but beware of this beauty, anger and malice are hidden in it. We can change your fate and cruelly mix among you with our charm.

Legacy of Shadows

Legacy of Shadows
	Princeps:	Alexandra Night Shadow (alexandra.varela)
	Delegate:	MAKY MORNINGSTAR (makayla.gant)
	Liaison:	Clementine Night Shadow (marquise.brandi)
	History:	Long ago, among the Roma community, a couple desperately longed for a child, but the wife could not give her husband what he desired. So, he went to the clan's witch and begged her for help. She told him to kill a cow and carefully preserve its hide. He was to burn the animal's body and have his wife eat its ashes before making love to her on the hide. Nine months later, a child was born who immediately began to laugh. So they named her Asani, which means "The Laughing One" in Romani. Asani. Asani laughed constantly; the men of the clan appreciated her because she made them smile. The time came for the laughing girl to marry and have children. The wedding was celebrated, and a happy life began. Children were born and raised according to the clan's rules. Yet, the sad day came when Asani's father passed away, taken by illness. Asani, though sad, couldn't stop laughing. It was the day of her father's funeral! Her mother, taken by surprise and grief, also died a few days later. The patriarch, furious at Asani's reaction, decided to banish her entire family, granting them only the right to keep their caravan and the two horses they owned. Unfortunately, in those ancient times, the survival of an isolated Gypsy family offered no promise of longevity. The man did what he could, hunting wild animals to feed his family, sometimes working for a pittance, and also stealing, as his people had taught him. The raven they had raised since birth would sometimes bring them a precious item, which they would trade for clothes. Their aimless journey eventually led them one summer evening to the outskirts of a castle. Impressed by the building's somber appearance, which seemed to have withstood violent ages, they had no choice but to settle in for the night. Asani settled down near the fire her husband had prepared to skin a hedgehog and cook it the way only the Roma know how. Their two children, aged two and four, sat beside their mother, who, still laughing, told them stories. Yet, Asani was uneasy; she sensed that something had been watching them since nightfall. Sometimes a very faint noise would stop her laughter, forcing her to turn toward the castle, which, in the pale moonlight, seemed even more menacing than when they had arrived.Once the meal was finished, she took her children to the river to help her clean the dishes and fill some containers with fresh water. All three, focused on their tasks, jumped at the cry of the man who had stayed behind at the campsite. A high-pitched scream of terror and pain, the likes of which Anisa had never heard, which this time made her laugh no more. Her heart and fists tightened, urging her to protect her children at all costs. She made them hide under the trunk of a fallen tree in the middle of very dense bushes and approached the caravan, taking care not to make a sound. There, only the crow was crying out with all its might, the bird itself seeming terrified. What she saw made her eyes widen in horror. Her husband lay in the embers of the almost extinguished fire, his throat gaping, his mouth open in a silent scream. The horses, too, had not had time to flee; they lay lifeless against each other. As she tried to regain her senses, an icy hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, revealing the woman responsible for the carnage. She smiled at her, displaying enormous fangs that forced her to laugh. It was neither a mocking laugh nor a laugh of terror, but simply the same laugh Asani had had in the first moments of her birth. A chilling laugh that surprised the vampire, who bit her but didn't kill her. She herself couldn't explain his action; she simply sensed something in Ansani that he had to respect, something that touched upon the darkest sorcery, something she didn't want to be involved with. Asani lost consciousness, a large amount of her blood drained by the thirsty vampire, despite his previous victims. But before she fell asleep, she heard her whisper these words: "When you wake up, you will have to feed. Your thirst will force you to do things you will hate." This strong and ruthless vampire was named ƝαϮẏ ƮŦ Ѡɛsta. Indeed, when Asani awoke, surprised to find herself safely back in her caravan, an indescribable thirst gnawed at her. She reached for a jar of water, but in doing so, she exposed her skin to a ray of sunlight that slid through the crack of the single shutter, making her cry out in pain from the burning sensation. Anissa understood, remembering the legends the elders told around the fire at night to impress the children. The children... Her children, alone by the stream, her children, frightened, whose whimpers she could hear, her senses heightened. Her offspring, whom she would probably kill to quench her thirst? She refused. Determined to fight, Anissa waited for nightfall and set off in search of a village they had passed through the day before, some time before settling down. There, she wreaked havoc, devouring, tearing out throats until she felt completely satiated. She inquired about a thick, dark animal skin in which she draped herself to protect herself from the light and returned to fetch her children.The two little ones, terrified but overjoyed to see their mother again, leaped into her arms. Asani had to make a superhuman effort not to give in. An effort she repeated thousands of times until her offspring finally decided to join her. Anisa learned to fight, chilling her enemies with her laughter as she killed and dismembered indiscriminately. Asani changed her name to ƛlexƛɳdrƛ ƝiƓhƬ Ƨhƛdσw, that way, she could easily go unnoticed She grew strong, a shrewd strategist, brimming with wisdom and experience, which she shared with her children. So much so that when they asked her to transform them, she decided to send them alone to find those who had banished them. They succeeded, bringing back each head; only the witch's daughter remained alive, for Asani owed her her life. Tired of wandering and having to hide during the day, Alexandra decided to head north and settle in a dark castle she conquered, surrounded by her loyal offspring.