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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 Chaos had ensnared sector one-three. The towering metal walls of the compound were torn wide-open; gunshots and metallic explosions enthralled the morning air, and as creatures fought against soldiers, the once green grass quickly adorned a blanket of crimson. From the windows of the V-22 Osprey, Luan and his pack stared down at the battle. His amber eyes widened as the aircraft flew overhead, approaching the landing zone. He could see monstrous bears and machine-mounted lizards, hundreds of gun-wielding humans, armoured vehicles, and deep, smoking craters. This wasn't going to be as simple as last night. "Hey," Caliban spoke into Luan's mind. "We got this." As Luan looked over at his brother, he frowned hesitantly. He tried not to be so meek as to tuck his black ears behind his head each time an explosion burst through the air, shaking the aircraft. He dug his claws into the metal floor, slowly turning his head to look out of the window again. "Get ready," Rakesh announced with a loud snarl. Everyone backed away from the windows, standing in two single-file lines behind their Alphas. The Osprey touched the ground, and with a violet rumble, the aircraft shook. Luan scowled, trying to banish his angst. He had never been one for large-scale battles; he preferred the easy, swift infiltrations. But this...this was a battleground unlike anything he'd seen. With a loud whirring, the aircraft's loading ramp opened, revealing the pack to their next assignment: take out the enemy, assist the humans, and make it out alive. Rakesh led the way out onto the battlefield with no hesitation. Aysel followed at his side, and the pack trailed behind him, heading for the burst-open walls of the compound. Everyone knew their assignments, and a plan had been formed on their way here. Now it was just a matter of getting it done. As they reached the walls, Rakesh turned right, and Aysel turned left, taking half of the pack each. Luan ran with Aysel, Raith, Tarkik, Feray, and Mani—it was their job to deal with the smaller Netherworlders: gargoyles, druids—there were even a few elves launching magic attacks at the collapsed building that had once operated in this compound. They all raced off in pairs, picking their first targets. Luan and Tarkik headed for an elf using the cover of a smoking jeep to launch his attacks, while Aysel and Raith went for a grounded gargoyle. Feray and Mani charged at a group of sword-wielding druids—they looked just like humans, but atop their heads, they possessed the antlers of deer. Luan snarled as he charged head-on towards the elf, while Tarkik used the cover of the battleground's smoke to scurry around behind the elf's cover. Noticing him incoming, the elf stumbled in preparing his next attack, and clamped his fist shut, deactivating the charging white magic in his hand. As Luan ran at him, the elf adorned a look of hesitation and jumped to his feet— Good, he was distracted. Before the elf could do a thing, Tarkik pounced at him from behind, sinking his teeth into his shoulder. As the elf yelled in pain and fell under Tarkik's weight, Luan pounced over his packmate and savagely sunk his teeth into a second elf, which had run over to try and assist the other. With both elves down, the pair then headed off towards a group of struggling soldiers battling gargoyles and shifted druids. As a soldier fired at the gargoyle's leathery wings, Luan leapt up into the air and clamped his jaws around the creature's leg. He pulled it to the ground, and before it had a chance to solidify, the soldiers behind Luan all fired their rifles, the silver bullets piercing its skin with ease. Tarkik slammed his body into a druid that had taken on the form of a tiger. They fought for a moment, but Luan swiftly joined his packmate and helped him tear apart the savage cat—it stood no chance. "Nice one," Tarkik spoke into Luan's mind. Luan nodded, and then, they both took a moment to scour the area. Each of their packmates was engaged in combat, more of the soldiers' armoured trucks were rolling in, and as the sound of an approaching helicopter rang through the sounds of metallic explosions and gunfire, Luan and Tarkik set their eyes on their next target. Not too far away, a huge golden-furred berserker crashed its body into a gun-mounted truck, sending it tumbling across the ground, and it missed Feray and Mani by mere inches. Despite the platoon of soldiers they had with them, they were going to need Luan and Tarkik's help against such a monster. So, without hesitation, Luan and Tarkik raced over to their packmates. The bear seemed to be avoiding Mani and Feray, and as Luan and Tarkik joined the fight, the creature started backing off, swiping its paws forward, whining each time a bullet from the soldiers' guns hit its thick pelt. Its blood started seeping from its wounds, and as it became slower and weaker, the soldiers stopped firing, and let the four wolves close in on the bear, finishing it off. But that was when an ear-piercing howl cut through the sounds of battle. The four wolves raised their heads from the bear's dead, bloody body, and stared in the direction of the howl. Luan frowned—that didn't sound like Aysel. And it didn't look like her, either. He set his amber eyes on the blurred figure of a white wolf in the far distance, just outside the compound's blown-open walls. It stood atop a jagged rock, its howl travelling upon the cold breeze. No wolf had any time to prepare for what came next—distracted, all four of them failed to hear the panicked calls of retreat from the soldiers and the whirring of the incoming helicopter— In a fiery explosion of rubble and metal, the helicopter collided with the building, the gargoyles that had brought it down scattering before it crashed. Luan and his packmates were thrown off their feet, and as he landed back on the ground with a loud thump, Luan groaned painfully. His ears were ringing, his vision was disorientated; the ground beneath him shook and rumbled, the sounds of distorted gunfire echoing through his head. He looked around for his packmates, but the bright fire from the burning building made it hard for him to see much at all. And then, sudden dread gripped hold of him—a heart-wrenching feeling of dismay. Something was wrong, and it wasn't the burning building beside him. Wolves began to flood out of the fire, pouncing over the rubble, sprinting past the recovering soldiers. Luan watched from where he lay—he'd not seen these wolves before, and none of them possessed the white collars he and his pack did. Why? One of the uncollared wolves noticed him—it paused in its fleeing sprint and stared at him with its emerald-green eyes. Luan felt panic strike him, and as the wolf started to hurry over to him, he tried his best to climb to his paws, but his startled body throbbed in pain— Bang!!! Luan flinched and gawped in horror as a bullet pierced the approaching wolf's head. Blood exploded from the side of its furred face, and as its pecan-brown body fell to the ground, Luan wasn't sure if he felt mortified...or relieved. "Get up, hound!" came the voice of a man. Turning his head, Luan set his eyes on one of the platoon's lieutenants. The man glared over at him as a group of soldiers dragged their wounded comrades to cover behind him. Luan knew better than to lay there and mope, so he forced himself to his feet and stood on his trembling legs, looking around for his packmates. Tarkik was helping Feray to her feet, and Mani was already up and assisting a nearby group of soldiers. "Stop the rogues from escaping!" the lieutenant called. Luan looked over at him and then turned his head, setting his eyes on a group of uncollared wolves fleeing the compound as soldiers shot at them. But he felt...hesitant. Kill wolves? Kill...their own? His eyes then shifted to Caliban. He watched as his brother raced towards the fleeing wolves, Rakesh not too far behind. Oh, how Luan envied his brother—he never hesitated to do what was ordered— "Luan!" Tarkik called. He took his eyes off his brother and looked over at Tarkik. He, Mani and Feray were heading for another berserker—Luan would much rather deal with that than chase down other wolves. So he followed his packmates, heading for the huge bear as it tore through the soldiers. But as it saw them approaching, the bear dropped down onto all fours, turned tail, and ran. It was running away? Luan and his packmates chased after it. However, as they followed it towards the walls, Luan could see that it wasn't just this berserker fleeing—every enemy was retreating, heading for the forest outside the walls. And that was when Aysel's howl summoned them back to the battlefield. The four of them abandoned the bear and raced back towards the fire and ash. Above them, gargoyles fled for the trees, the elves and druids rode atop what remained of the bears, and those of the enemy that couldn't escape were picked off by the soldiers. Was it over? As quickly as they could, Luan, Tarkik, Mani and Feray raced back to join their pack, but when they reached them, they were all crowded around something. Was Rakesh or Aysel giving orders? Was someone hurt? Everyone looked back at Luan and his packmates as they arrived—more specifically, they stared at Luan, some with looks of sorrow, others with stares of confliction. Luan wanted to ask why they were all looking at him, but as Judith and Lusine stepped aside, what lay in the centre of their huddle forced a painful dagger straight through Luan's chest. Upon the ground, Caliban lay in a puddle of blood. His white fur had been torn off in chunks, and the wounds all over his still body were gushing crimson. Tears, slashes, and bites smothered him, and his jaw was spread, a look of utter terror on his lifeless face. Disbelief struck Luan first—this wasn't real...this couldn't have happened. He stared, convinced his brother would get up, but when the realization hit him, Luan scowled in distress and pounced over to him. He lay his body over his brother's, concentrating, trying to force his body to heal Caliban's...but nothing happened. No aura, no healing.... Luan's face contorted into a dismayed stare as his packmates backed off. He shook his head, grief tightening his throat, his heart racing, each beat sending a slither of pain through his trembling body. He whined and wailed in grief, nuzzling Caliban's face, trying to speak into his mind, but there was nothing there...just a cold, deep emptiness. His brother was gone. ⏎ Back to Wild Wolves

< Back Boszorkány Coven Sobriquet: Bloodworth The reigning coven of Miréfalle, Boszorkány's capital Coven Lore The Miréfalle Coven, established in 694(TG), is the fourth vampire coven formally recognized under the authority of the Creator. It is headquartered in the city of Miréfalle, capital of Boszorkány, and functions as both a political stronghold and a cultural symbol of vampiric endurance in a region historically defined by theological instability and social unrest. The coven is known for its strict territorialism and does not tolerate the unsanctioned presence of Straybloods—vampires unaffiliated with any coven—within the city’s bounds. Straybloods found operating in Miréfalle without express permission are either expelled or detained for formal investigation. This uncompromising stance has earned the coven a reputation for internal order and external severity. In addition to its control over the capital, the Miréfalle Coven maintains oversight of several branched covens across Boszorkány’s provinces. These smaller, master-less covens are subordinate to Fane’s authority and are strategically placed to monitor specific cities, towns, and regions. While they operate with limited autonomy, their purpose is primarily custodial and defensive, ensuring local stability, suppressing unsanctioned vampire activity, and reporting directly to the Miréfalle Sanctum. This network of oversight reflects the coven’s enduring emphasis on structure, control, and centralized power. The coven’s formation is attributed to Fane de Montclairis, a former nobleman of the Boszorkian court, who was turned by the Creator in 657(TG) at the age of 48. His transformation occurred during the period of intense religious upheaval known as the Boszorkian Wars of Split Faith [616(TG)–680(TG)], a series of internal conflicts between the dominant Lethidian orthodoxy and the reformist faction known as the Velthrenists, a movement that sought theological decentralization and the redefinition of divine authority. Fane’s mortal biography is marked by tragedy and subsequent retribution. His wife, Élaine de Montclairis, a noblewoman of Velthrenist lineage, was executed during the escalation of the conflict. In the aftermath, Fane publicly denounced a prominent Lethidian noble house, accusing them of orchestrating her murder. He was arrested, interrogated, and sentenced to death at the Bastille. It was in the wake of his public disgrace that vampires loyal to the Creator intervened, motivated by the same noble house’s recent execution of two Adherent Vampires. Fane was extracted from human custody and presented to the Creator, who, having resided in Miréfalle during the period of religious violence, was already aware of the Montclairis downfall. Fane was offered immortality in exchange for loyalty, and he accepted. From 657(TG) to 694(TG), Fane remained under the Creator’s direct supervision. His training concentrated on administrative oversight, Arcana regulation, and political diplomacy—skills urgently needed in a nation approaching theological collapse. The Creator tasked him with identifying and preparing a prospective coven: individuals, many of them still human, who demonstrated exceptional discretion, endurance, and ideological independence during a time of mounting religious tension. Key milestones during this preparatory phase included: - The Bloodwake of Seratène [657(TG)]: A state-sanctioned purge of Velthrenist-aligned nobles and arcane sympathisers in Miréfalle, carried out by zealous Lethidian enforcers. Though not yet part of a formal war, the event marked an early flashpoint in Boszorkány’s spiralling theological tensions. Fane, newly turned, was ordered by the Creator to observe but not intervene—his first trial in restraint, discipline, and emotional detachment. - The Ascension of Aurélien the Tolerant [679(TG)]: Formerly a Velthrenist noble, Aurélien de Vienne converted to Lethidism and seized the throne, inaugurating a fragile period of peace. During this time, Fane began assembling his core cohort of future vampires from among disgraced clergy, political exiles, and survivors of the war. - The Trials of Loyalty [681(TG)–693(TG)]: The Creator personally oversaw a series of endurance trials, pitting Fane’s candidates against moral, Arcanean, and social pressures. Only those who survived without breaking covenantal law were inducted. In 694(TG), Fane formally established the Miréfalle Coven, repurposing the de Montclairis ancestral estate as a Coven Sanctum. The estate was warded under Creator-given rites and outfitted as a political and logistical centre for vampire affairs across Boszorkány. The founding was not publicly declared but was acknowledged through veiled correspondence among neighbouring covens. Since its inception, the Miréfalle Coven has played a significant role in stabilizing vampiric activity within Boszorkány’s central provinces. Its founder, Fane de Montclairis, remains Coven Master and is widely regarded as one of the most politically astute members of the Creator’s inner circle. His rule is defined by formality, precision, and doctrinal purity. ⏎ Return to Vampire Covens Coven Activity in Official Histories ◈ The Siege of La Roshéline 657(TG)–658(TG) ―●A lengthy blockade of a Severent stronghold with sympathies to Arcana guilds, marked by starvation and naval conflict. Amidst the siege, a secret burial tunnel—once part of an ancient Velthrenist necropolis—was used to evacuate select reformist leaders. At the time, their mysterious protectors were the subject of rumour and speculation. Only years later, with the formal rise of the Miréfalle Coven, was it confirmed that Fane de Montclairis and two of his prospective vampires had orchestrated the operation. Among those rescued was an arcane scribe whose later writings helped establish the foundations of Severent post-war theology. Faint vampiric warding glyphs can still be found carved into tombstones outside the city, their meanings largely forgotten. 【Read more in Boszorkány timeline 601(TG)-700(TG)】 ◈ Blood-Stained Reprisals 661(TG)–662(TG) ―●Amid the escalating sectarian violence, two Adherent Vampires of the Creator's inner circle, Hildebert Montfort and Perronnelle Taillefer, who were sympathetic to the Severent cause were captured and executed by a noble family in Ravennes known for its unwavering Lethidian allegiance. These vampires were not religious themselves, nor followers of Letholdus or any creed, but they stood with the Severents, having confirmed through the Creator—the first vampire and son of a god who once knew Letholdus—that the Severents’ revelations about the Flame deity were true. Their deaths were officially recorded as punishment for 'heresies of blood,' yet several archival fragments and later Severent testimonies suggest the incident had deeper roots in internal Church politics and disputed land rights. ―●In the months that followed, a precise and silent campaign of sabotage unraveled the house’s power. Disguised as reformist sympathisers, the infiltrators dismantled the noble estate from within. Servants disappeared without explanation. Financial records were altered and stained with near-invisible Arcanean runes. Forged letters suggested forbidden contact with demons, damning enough to ensure swift and brutal censure. ―●By 662(TG), the noble family had been excommunicated and disinherited by the Lethidian inquisition, their surviving members scattered in disgrace. While no Caeleste agent was ever officially linked to the incident, later histories and coded references within Miréfalle Coven archives strongly indicate the reprisals were orchestrated by Fane de Montclairis and his earliest recruits, an act of political retribution that proved the Caeleste could shift mortal power without ever stepping onto the battlefield—and, as he personally stated, an act to prove his capabilities to the Creator. 【Read more in Boszorkány timeline 601(TG)-700(TG)】 ◈ The Redlight Accord 665(TG)–667(TG) ―●In the aftermath of the Saint Beryx’s Day Massacre, amidst widespread instability and factional violence, a series of covert meetings took place within a known Arcana-tolerant quarter of Miréfalle, informally referred to as the Redlight Veil. The discussions were attended by select Severent and Lethidian nobles disillusioned with the ongoing purges and seeking a temporary cessation of hostilities. ―●Though the identities of those who facilitated the meetings remain unknown, later records suggest the involvement of unidentified Caeleste. Among them was Fane de Montclairis, whose future position as Coven Master of Miréfalle was not yet public. Under his coordination, Arcana warding and blood-encoded runes were employed to enable the discreet transport of texts, coinage, and individuals, particularly those at risk of persecution. ―●While no formal treaty was ever signed, the resulting understanding—now referred to by Severent scholars as the Redlight Accord—enabled the temporary suspension of raids within certain territories and allowed for the relocation of Severent intellectual and financial resources beyond Boszorkian borders. 【Read more in Boszorkány timeline 601(TG)-700(TG)】 Coven Fellkin Current Fellkin: 66 Newly-Turned Fledgelings: 35 Coven Master: Fane de Montclairis (m) Turned: in 657(TG) when he was 48 From: Boszorkány Gifts: Skyborne, Day Walker Human Life: He was a nobleman. His wife was murdered because of her family’s political alliances during the Wars of Religion. In a fit of vengeful rage, he publicly accused another noble family and was arrested and tortured; he was due to die at the Bastille when vampires attacked the crowd because that same family killed two Adherents; Alucard had heard Fane's story and offered him immortal life. He offered up his castle as a coven Sanctum Brood Nurse: Madame Cerboaica (f) Turned: in 703(TG) when she was 52 From: Dor-Sanguis Gifts: doe înfățișare Vice Matron: Unknown Unknown Night Steward: Unknown Unknown Paladin: Bogdănel (m) Turned: in 782(TG) when he was 43 From: Dor-Sanguis Gifts: Day Walker General: Unknown Unknown Knights: Unknown Unknown Wardens: Unknown Unknown Sentinels: Unknown Unknown Bloodmenders: Unknown Unknown Adherents: Unknown Unknown Acolytes: Unknown Unknown Fledgelings: Unknown Unknown Newly-Turned Fledgelings: (...35 others) 35 total - ?(f) & ?(m) Other: Unknown - 1/1 ⏎ Return to Vampire Covens

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CHAPTER THREE ー ⊰ ✟ ⊱ ー THE CAUSE | Elvin | Elvin scribbled in his notebook, glancing over at the boat in the distance every so often while he waited for the vampire to return. But as each moment passed, he grew more and more impatient. He slammed his notebook shut and tucked it into his pocket along with his quill. What could be taking Alucard so long? Why did he have to fly over to some ship? Who was he talking to? The bard rolled his eyes and pouted, resting his chin on his knees as he wrapped his arms around his legs. How much longer was he going to have to wait? It was cold, damp, and miserable. He wanted to go home; he wanted to hear about what Alucard had been up to tonight. The bard pondered. Alucard told him to come up with a new name for him; many people knew the vampire as Vuuren—pretty much everyone called him that. There had been times Elvin heard people call him Alucard, but he rarely let anyone use that name. Vladimirescu was the name Damien called him by, so Elvin wouldn't use that. A totally new name: he'd think of something eventually. Alucard suddenly emerged on the beach with an aggravated look on his pale face. Elvin pounced to his feet. "So?" he asked excitedly. "How did it go?" The vampire glanced at him and rolled his eyes. "Vantastic," he grumbled. He frowned at Alucard's answer and followed him along the beach. "Are you going to tell me about your night? What happened?" he asked eagerly. "Stuff," he muttered, following the stone path that led away from the beach. The bard pouted and stared ahead, following Alucard in silence as they approached a tall, black-brick manor in the distance. It consisted of a four-story building standing within its centre, two smaller sections made up of two. The black-tiled roofs were tall, sharp and pointed, sinister shadows creeping across the flat-grass lawn, shrouding the majority of it in darkness. Every light within the rectangular-shaped windows was off, the only light coming from the six moons above. A large city sat a few miles in the distance, its glow emanating through the grassy hills. The collection of trees the pair had earlier walked through was a small cut of a much larger forest that surrounded the huge, vast area of open grassland, separating it from the rest of the world. Black, nightmarish mountains towered in the distance, bestowing a dark shadow over the manor up ahead, cobblestone walls surrounding its grounds. They reached the black steel gates which sat between the walls, and as they opened, Alucard led the way through the grounds towards the manor's doors. "Okay, what stuff?" Elvin then asked, hoping that his few minutes of silence would help get the vampire to answer his questions. Alucard rolled his eyes and snarled irritably. "I met some zemon." "A demon? But...demons and vampires are enemies; that's like getting you to meet a werewolf." "Vell, I'm supposed to be 'elping 'im move some vampires vrom 'is vorld to zhis vone." "You're bringing vampires from some other world...to this one?" He nodded, reaching the manor's black front door. "Is...it really a good idea to bring more vampires here? It's only been six months since you outran the Diabolus—what if they find you again? What will you do with all these vampires?" Alucard sighed. "Zhe Diabolus von't find me 'ere; zhe last place zhey vould expect to vind me is living among 'umans." Elvin reached into his pocket and pulled out his notebook. "True...." He nodded but then shuffled around excitedly. "A whole new world?!" he squealed, scribbling onto the paper as he followed the vampire into his house. "What was it like? Was it like Alvenguard? Was it magical?" "Vone moon," Alucard said with a shrug, taking off his cloak, hanging it on the coat rack. "Some...eroded castle, not much to see." Nodding, Elvin followed him through the dark entrance hall and into a lounge. "And these vampires; why do you have to bring them here?" Alucard clicked his fingers, the candles lined around the room atop each shelf instantly lighting with small flickering flames. He then slumped down onto the black-leather, red-cushioned couch. He rested his right leg over the arm and looked over at Elvin as he slowly sat in the same-styled armchair opposite him. He took a moment to rest, looking around the black-adorned room. All the furniture was dark in colour and looked to be antique. The walls were black with oak-brown panelling lined around them; the front wall possessed three tall, arched windows, lantern-like lights hanging from the wall space between each of them. The vampire looked over at Elvin. "Zamien vants to undermine 'is brover, Levoldus." "The...god?" Elvin frowned, looking over at him. He nodded and looked over at the silent fireplace. "Zhe virst step in doing so vould be to fill zhis vorld vith ethos zhat is not of 'is origin, zherevore not of 'is control. So, ve are starting vith zhese vampires. 'E 'as me 'elping some zemon zhat apparently vants to 'elp zhe vampires of 'is vorld because zhey vere loyal to 'im vroughout a war. Now, I 'ave zhis night and 'alf of tomorrow to find somevhere to put zhem and to try and 'urry up zhis treaty I 'ave been vorking on vith zhe 'umans of zhe city." Nodding, Elvin scribbled in his notebook as Alucard spoke. "The human-vampire cohabitation treaty?" The vampire nodded. "Da." "I don't know if they'll hurry that up...so, you're helping a demon transport vampires from another world to this world because Damien wants to overthrow his brother, aka, the god of this world. Well, they're not really brothers, are they? These god people just call each other brother and sister—kinda weird. Anyway, why does Damien wanna overthrow Letholdus?" he asked, looking over at the vampire. Alucard shrugged and flicked his hand, the fireplace lighting with fire as crimson as his hair. "Zamien 'ates 'is siblings, 'e vants to be on top; noving more to it, veally." "He wants to be in charge...so he's gonna...what? What's he doing once he has ethos that isn't Letholdus' in this world?" Looking over at him, Alucard shrugged again. "Outside ethos vill corrupt zhe ethos 'ere. Zhe more zhere is, zhe more damage is done. I gazzer zhat Zamien vants to veaken Levoldus and zhen kill 'im." Elvin wrote it down. "Kinda barbaric." "Eh, not my problem. Gods vill do vhat gods vant to do," he grumbled, staring into the fire. The bard then looked over at him. "So, are you gonna do it? Help the demon?" Alucard sighed. "Vhat choice do I 'ave? Zamien asked me to do it; I can't exactly say no." Scribbling in his book once more, Elvin nodded and looked back over at him. "What about this demon?" he asked with a smirk. "He? She? What was it like?" The vampire scowled. "Must you know?" "Well, yeah. I need all the details. How else am I supposed to write this book? Could this book...possibly become a story of romance?" he teased. "A love triangle!" Rolling his eyes, he glared back into the fire. "Insufferable, stuck up businessman type; suit, blazer ving...I vink 'e 'ad a tie. I actually met 'im virst outside a tavern; seems like Zamien sent 'im to meet me on 'is own—I zon't know vhy 'e vhought zhat vould vork." "What happened?" "I told 'im to fuck off." Elvin sighed, but there was amusement in his voice when he said, "Oh, Vuuren. Perfect description, though. Love that." He wrote it down. "Seems like Zamien loves 'im," the vampire grumbled. Elvin then stopped writing and looked over at Alucard. "From what I've heard, I really don't think that creature of a man could ever love anyone; he probably loves the fact that this demon guy does what he's told," he assumed. "Da," Alucard mumbled. "Okay, do you have a plan?" The vampire looked over at him. "Vor vhat?" "The whole...moving vampires from there to here thing." "Vhat is zhere to plan? Go zhere, bring zhem 'ere. Simple." "Okay, but where will they live? You haven't got the treaty sorted yet with the humans in the city, so they can't exactly live there, can they?" "My castle, I guess." Writing it down, Elvin nodded. "And the treaty?" "I'll try and sort zhat tomorrow; 'umans sleep zhe night avay like babies," he grumbled. "So, you'll use tonight to prepare the castle, I assume?" "Da," he confirmed. Elvin smiled. "See, why can't you be like this all the time? You only seem to answer me when I'm asking for the book—you really do believe in me, don't you?" He grinned from ear to ear. Alucard rolled his eyes. The Bard sighed and closed his notebook. "Well, are you okay?" he then asked, concern in his voice. Alucard frowned, glancing over at him. "Vhy vould I not be?" The bard shrugged. "I worry about you; you never really talk about how you feel, and you always look miserable when you get back from seeing Damien." "Zon't you 'ave an 'ome to get to?" Alucard dismissed. Elvin frowned. "Well...yeah, but...don't you want me to help you tonight? I don't really have anything else to do." "No," Alucard denied. "Go 'ome." The bard stood up and sighed. "Will you let me get chased by wolves? Attacked by pirates? Walk me home...please?" he pleaded. The vampire looked over at him. "No, no, and no," he grumbled, scowling. "Sergiu is outside vith zhe carriage; tell 'im I told 'im to take you 'ome." "Mean," Elvin mumbled as he turned around, heading for the door. "Where should I find you tomorrow?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder at the vampire. "Zhe city, outside zhe 'ouse of commons," he instructed, looking over at him. Sighing, Elvin turned around and made his way over to the door. As he left, he glanced back at Alucard, watching him as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He was worried about him—he knew how much Alucard despised Damien. But as much as he wanted to try and be there for him, he knew Alucard didn't want his company right now. Elvin knew him well enough to know that he wanted to be left alone for the rest of the night. With a pout on his face, Elvin pulled the door shut behind him and started searching the courtyard for Sergiu. ⤝❖⤞ | Alucard | As the bard left, Alucard looked back into the fire. Tonight hadn't been what he expected. This was the first time Damien sent an associate to find him on their own, and the first time he'd forced Alucard to work side-by-side with someone, too. At least all their working together involved was meeting to drop off and pick up the vampires, though. Alucard was glad, however, that he didn't have to see Damien alone. The last thing he wanted was to be in that creature's presence by himself. But the meeting had been somewhat humiliating; this new demon—Zalith—clearly thought that Alucard was incompetent and that he couldn't do what Damien asked of him. But Alucard was undoubtedly going to prove them both wrong. There had never been a time he failed at a task—not since...then. But he didn't want to think about that. Then, he scowled. Zalith had mentioned 'the cause'—what was the cause? He hadn't been made aware of any cause, something that the demon seemed to be familiar with alongside Damien. Clearly, Alucard had been left out of something once again. Did he care, though? Yes, he did. Damien made sure to always involve the vampire in some way or another. So, why hadn't he been told what this cause was? Not only did he have that to worry about now, but it looked like the werewolves were testing the waters. They hadn't set foot in any of Dor-Sanguis' towns or villages ever since he'd scared them off, so why had one been brave enough to hunt in Wrodiff tonight? He hoped it was just a stray desperate for food, but part of him knew things could never be that simple. The wolves were up to something...and he needed to find out before someone was killed—that would ruin everything he'd been working so hard for. "Don't you have a job to do?" came Damien's harrowing voice. Startled by his appearance, Alucard sat up straight and looked back over his shoulder. "Vampires need moving," Damien said, standing behind him. He made his way over and slumped down in the chair Elvin had been sitting in. "And yet, you sit around here like some useless fool. Not a surprise, though." He sighed, tapping his claws on the arm of the chair. Staring over at him, Alucard frowned cautiously. "I vill be starting tomorrow; I need time to prepare a place vor zhem to stay." Nodding slowly, Damien glared at him. "You still keep that human around—why?" "'E's...my vamiliar," Alucard answered. "Hmm...." He nodded. "You tell him an awful lot, don't you?" "'E's vriting a novel." Damien scoffed. "Pointless frivolity. To sit somewhere for hours looking at written words when you can simply speak from memory. Human minds don't have such a capacity, though. Do you, Vladimirescu?" he asked as a smirk crept across his face. Keeping his eyes on the Daegelus, Alucard frowned slightly, unsure whether he was meant to answer or not. But Damien then sighed. "You heard Zalith and I mention the cause; I suppose I should tell you since I'll be needing you for it." "Vhat is it?" he asked—he wasn't surprised Damien knew he was thinking about it. The Daegelus never requested permission to peer into one's mind. The Daegelus grinned and grabbed his shirt—Alucard did his best not to panic...and stared into his eyes. "If you speak a word of this to anyone...." His eyes wandered down to Alucard's chest. "It's a fascinating organ—the proselytes. It gives you mortal creatures the ability to harness the energy you were graced to have been born with. I've heard it's such a painful existence to have had one...and then to have lost it." Alucard understood his threat. "I von't tell anyvone." Damien scowled and let go of him. Then, he looked over at the fireplace. "I want everything my siblings have. I want access to their bloodlines; I want dominion over what they have come to make, to build, to own. I want all of it, and to do so, I need to possess their blood, their ethos, and I've found a way to do so." The vampire frowned. "You said zhat vone day you vould initiate zhe creation of anozzer Zaegelus—a child." He nodded. "Yes, I will need to create another creature quite like myself—another Daegelus. But when I do so, I will carefully craft into it everything I will need. I will make sure it possesses the blood of each of my siblings, the ethos of everything and everyone that I require. And then, when it has grown, I will simply absorb it, thus gaining everything it possesses, granting myself what I need." "Vhy do you need me?" "I need four fathers." "Vhat?" "Four males of each bloodline—Lucifer's, Lilith's, Ephriel's, and Erich's. You so happen to be Lucifer's son, so what better choice for Lucifer's bloodline? Yes, you are incompetent, insufferable, but I simply have no other better choice. Zalith is of Lilith's bloodline. I am in search of an angel from Ephriel's, and I have one in mind. Then one of Erich's. Once I have found them, we will all meet to discuss preparations." "And...I gazzer you need a mother, too? For zhis child." "Yes," Damien answered, looking over at him. "Whilst you assist Zalith, I will be searching for a suitable mother—do you have any more stupid questions?" "No," he said, looking away from Damien's evil stare. Damien then smirked. "I have heard of an angel sent by my sister to keep an eye on Letholdus. I have thought about asking him—I will steal him from Ephriel, as I have stolen you from my brother." Alucard glanced over at him. "Now, get to work. I want those vampires in this world by this time next year, as I said. If you falter, you'll suffer." As Damien stood up, a look of angst appeared on Alucard's face. "I von't fail." "Good." The Daegelus smiled, placing his hand on Alucard's shoulder, digging his claws into it. The vampire scowled, keeping his eyes focused on the fire. "Remember what I have taught you, Vladimirescu, and don't let me down—again," he warned, letting go of his shoulder. Then, as Damien left as silently as he had arrived, Alucard stared sullenly, watching the flames within the fireplace. At least now he knew what this cause was—the cause that Zalith had mentioned. Damien was planning to create another Daegelus; he wanted to give it the blood of all the other Eternal Gods so that he may absorb it, thus absorbing the power he would give it. What was he going to do once he had access to the other Eternals' bloodlines? He knew that Damien wanted to kill Letholdus; that had to be why he didn't want someone possessing that Eternal's blood—if there were even any people out there descended from Letholdus. But what were his plans for his other siblings? Did he want to kill them, too? Or did he really just want access to their lineage? It wasn't really Alucard's problem—or his business. He had to do what he was told, and that was all he knew. He stood up and waved his hand, all of the flames within the fireplace withering. He made his way over to the door, irritably snatched his cape and left, setting out to begin preparations for the new task he had been given. ⏎ Back to Nosferatu ➲ Want to read a little more? Chapters 1-10 are available on Wattpad!

ALUCARD ALEKSEI REINER Born: Decem 31st, 532 Birthplace: Dor-Sanguis, Aegisguard Zodiac: Scorpio Age: 424 Height: 185cm (6ft1) Species: Sangdevoro, Cruossorem, Meridian Witch Bloodline: Lucidian Ethos Colour: Vermillion Other names: Caedis Luciferson Morality Alignment: True Neutral Alucard (Aleksei) was born into the Diabolus, a cult of witches, humans and demons who worship Lucifer as their god. Alucard's mother, Charlotte Reiner, was a Meridian, a very powerful witch in possession of Numen ethos. His creation was solely for the purpose of freeing Lucifer from his prison, but Damien intervened, condemning Lucifer to remain locked away forever, and Alucard to a life of depravity. Damien grew tired of Alucard, though, and after wandering Aegisguard for many years, Alucard eventually found himself a family. However, they were shortly taken from him by the Diabolus. Devastated and enraged, he sought revenge, and Janus, the God of Beginnings, unlocked a hidden power within him, turning him into Aegisguard's first vampire at twenty-four. However, Janus had a nemesis, who created Ada, Werewolf Queen. For their amusement, the two gods pit Alucard and Ada against one another, unleashing years of battle and conflict between their two species'. Years later, Alucard killed Janus and withdrew from the gods' stage. He focused more on the 'Nosferatu', his globally-known organisation. He strived to make the world a safe place for his people and started by placing covens all over Aegisguard. He soon returned to his homeland, Dor-Sanguis, and dedicated his time to ridding the land of werewolves, creating a treaty with the humans, and ensuring his vampires were safe. And then he met Zalith. ⏎ Back to Characters CHARACTER AESTHETIC CHARACTER PLAYLIST Songs that depict Alucard's character. My Body Is A Cage - Peter Gabriel Catherdral Bell - The Used Icarus - Dan Owen Darkness At The Heart Of My Love - Ghost Nosferatu - Bloodbound Elements - Lindsey Stirling Where Is My Mind - Maxence Cyrin Milowda - Clinton Shorter Demons - Nomy ー ⊰ Listen on Spotify ⊱ ー

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THE NUMEN CHRONICLES ▶ Buy the books ▶ Buy merch READ A LITTLE... Check out the first three chapters for free. CHAPTER ONE - UPON THE TOWER 3765 words Alucard flicked the blood from his rapier and watched the werewolf's severed head drop to the ground to join the beast's twitching body. A satisfied smirk stretched across his pale face, baring the tips of his fangs. It brought him relief knowing he was one more wolf closer to his task's completion, and all he had to do now was face the Alpha. ➣ Read More CHAPTER TWO - THE BARD'S TALE 2664 words Elvin flew out of the tavern's wide-open door, grasping his beloved lute against his chest. His pecan-brown hair was scattered with pieces of rotten tomato and peanut shells, and as the crowd inside hollered in revolt, he pouted sadly. "You don't know a good story when you hear it!" he yelled, shaking his fist. ➣ Read More CHAPTER THREE - THE CAUSE 3072 words Elvin scribbled in his notebook, glancing over at the boat in the distance every so often while he waited for the vampire to return. But as each moment passed, he grew more and more impatient. He slammed his notebook shut and tucked it into his pocket along with his quill. What could be taking Alucard so long? Why did he have to fly over to some ship? Who was he talking to? ➣ Read More ⏎ Back to Numen Chronicles home Noferatu I: Work Explore the world... Maps, Art and Aesthetics Noferatu I: Text DOR-SANGUIS (Translates roughly to Blood and Pain) Nosferatu (book one) takes place primarily in Dor-Sanguis, one of Alvenguard's smaller countries. It is much like our Earth's own Romania and has similar culture and traditions. Not only was Alucard born in Dor-Sanguis, but he lives and works here, too. A lot of the locations are named after ancient Alvenguardian werewolf bloodlines. SANGUINE CASTLE & REINER MANOR Alucard's main work and living spaces. SANGUINE CASTLE Home to the vampires. Alucard's birthplace and main place of work. ➵ See More REINER MANOR Alucard's private home. ➵ See More Noferatu I: Work

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< Back Antamont Coven Sobriquet: Bleeding Dawn The reigning coven of Kronhavn, Antamont's capital Coven Lore The Antamont Coven was formally established in 642(TG). The Coven Sanctum, once named Castle Draalskoven, is located within Kronhavn Forest, several miles north of Søndhallow, the capital of Antamont. As one of the oldest and most enduring vampire institutions in the region, the coven was founded by Eske Jürgensen, one of the original four vampires turned in 588(TG) by the Creator. Formerly employed as a cipher-breaker and archival specialist within the Creator’s inner circle, Jürgensen assumed the role of Coven Master following the cessation of his duties and the stabilization of the early vampire progeny. At the time of its founding, Antamont’s sociopolitical climate was openly hostile to non-human entities. Vampires were widely regarded as heretical abominations, accused of plague-bearing, soul-theft, and corrupting divine order. The post-reform clergy, aligned with the Flame orthodoxy, intensified its campaigns against non-human entities during the mid-7th century, coinciding with a surge in rural purges, witch trials, and theological enforcement. Several early members of the Antamont Coven were executed during this period, prompting the remaining leadership to adopt a posture of strategic invisibility. Rather than respond with violence, Coven Master Eske enacted a policy of subtle influence and bureaucratic infiltration. Utilizing his background in codework and information management, he and Vice Matron Sidsel, his second, initiated a decades-long operation of misinformation, elite correspondence, and asset placement. This effort eventually culminated in the Silent Accord, an unwritten agreement observed by key figures in the capital: so long as the coven maintained discretion, regulated its own kind, and avoided direct interference in religious or noble affairs, it would not be actively hunted. By the early 8th century, the coven’s discreet interventions in regional stability, including the elimination of predatory cults, the protection of key trade routes, and the exposure of treasonous activity, began to earn it the private respect of select administrative circles. It was during this period that Helvig, a senior vampire within the coven and later titled Night Steward (third in command), began working directly with local administrators in the town of Ebelholt, situated just northeast of Søndhallow. The incident that precipitated her rise involved a series of disappearances and livestock mutilations believed to be the work of witches or beasts. The coven quietly intervened, identifying the source as a rogue ethereal hybrid abandoned from an older Arcana experiment. Helvig coordinated the resolution discreetly, and the issue was closed without public alarm. Impressed by her efficiency, discipline, and understanding of both human and non-human affairs, the town’s council later nominated her as a candidate for mayoral appointment. Despite initial resistance from conservative figures, Helvig’s term as mayor [703(TG)–719(TG)] brought notable improvements in infrastructure, arcane regulation, and rural protection programs. Her administrative performance, coupled with careful image management and moderate civic policy, led to her gradual elevation into regional governance. By the early 9th century, she was appointed to a low-tier ministerial advisory role in Søndhallow, where she has since continued to serve, acting as an informal liaison between the human government and the Antamont Coven. This unique positioning has made Helvig a central figure in the modern soft normalization of vampire presence within Antamont’s political framework. While open recognition remains politically unviable due to lingering religious influence, her participation in governance has facilitated smoother conflict resolution, prevented multiple supernatural incidents from escalating, and led to the implementation of early inter-species policy drafts, albeit unofficial. Today, the Antamont Coven functions as a para-political entity, possessing territorial sovereignty over Castle Draalskoven and operational autonomy in non-human matters. While its members remain unacknowledged in public law, private correspondence, trade networks, and high-level diplomatic circles frequently involve coven intermediaries. The Silent Accord, while never codified, remains in effect. Eske Jürgensen continues to serve as Coven Master, maintaining a reputation for strategic patience and intellectual austerity. Helvig, as Night Steward and embedded governmental advisor, serves as the coven’s face in human political arenas. Her role is considered essential to the current equilibrium between Antamont’s human institutions and its most influential non-human presence. ⏎ Return to Vampire Covens Coven Fellkin Current Fellkin: 57 Newly-Turned Fledgelings: 43 Coven Master: Eske Jürgensen (m) Turned: in 588(TG) when he was 42 From: Antamont Gifts: Skyborne, Day Walker Human Life: Eske was a royal scribe and cipher-breaker, respected for his sharp mind and unnerving ability to extract order from chaos. When mutilated nobles began turning up across Søndhallow—each carved with strange symbols and drained of blood—he was assigned to investigate. Along the way, he crossed paths with a foreign noble of icy composure and unclear origin, a man who claimed to be hunting the same cult for reasons of his own (Alucard). Eske, sensing a deeper intelligence in the stranger, invited him to join the investigation. Together, they followed blood-streaked trails and half-burned texts through abandoned keeps and frozen woods, until they finally unearthed a hidden cult stronghold. The battle was brutal. Eske held his ground—but he was only human. When a blade caught his side and dragged him to death’s edge, the stranger intervened, not just to save him, but to offer him something far rarer. Immortality. Eske accepted and was turned alongside Attila and Crowell Brood Nurse: N/A N/A Vice Matron: Sidsel (f) Skyborne, Day Walker Night Steward: Helvig (f) Skyborne, Day Walker Paladin: N/A N/A General: Ingeborg (f) Skyborne, Day Walker Knights: 4 total - 2 (f) & 2 (m) - Oluf (m) - Else (f) - Gunhild (f) - Jeppe (m) Wardens: 2 total - 0 (f) & 2 (m) - Vilhelm (m) - Lars (m) Sentinels - Maren (f) - Peder (m) - Dorothea (f) 3 total - 2 (f) & 1 (m) Bloodmenders: - Hans (m) - Bodil (f) - Laurids (ftm) 3 total - 1 (f) & 2 (m) Adherents: - Vitreophage Jens (m) - Seeker Birgitte (f) - Seeker Ane (f) - Vaultwright Knud (m) - Whisper Anders (m) - Whisper Niels (m) - Scribe Eline (f) - Chanter Severin (m) 8 total - 3 (f) & 5 (m) Acolytes: 15 total - 7 (f) & 8 (m) - Anna (f) - Votary Mikkel (m) - Malene (f) - Votary Grethe (f) - Tage (m) - Villads (m) - Whisper Thyra (f) - Votary Dorte (f) - Sofie (f) - Axel (m) - Trine (f) - Poul (m) - Ove (m) - Rikard (m) - Joakim (m) Fledgelings: 18 total - 8 (f) & 10 (m) - Ragnhild (f) - Eiler (m) - Nicolai (m) - Cathrine (f) - Agnete (f) - Thorvald (m) - Halvor (m) - Ebbe (m) - Inger (f) - Mette (f) - Lucie (f) - Bendt (m) - Sigbrit (f) - Askild (m) - Enevold (m) - Frantz (m) - Sten (m) - Alvilda (f) Newly-turned Fledgelings: 43 (...43 others) 43 total - ? (f) & ? (m) Other: N/A Coven Sanctum Aesthetic 1/6 ⏎ Return to Vampire Covens

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