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“No man knows till he has suffered from the night
how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.”
― Jonathan Harker
Below, you will find an extensive collection of lore considered canon to my roleplay story and world. It is influenced by, inspired by, and taken from various works of fiction as well as real life, including history and current events etc. It is continuously being worked on, updated and refined, containing a compendium of the World of Vampires as a whole and even beyond, including: Characters, History, Politics, Culture, Wars -- and more.
The corruption of the Night awaits, and you are more than welcome to partake in it... or become part of it.
VAMPIRE CHARACTERS
The Brides│Virgiliu Dracula│Mircea Dracula│Erzsébet Báthory│Bruno Ikarov││Petar Blagojević│Lady Eleanor│Kakistos
Robin Harker│Jayden Thornley│Countess Dolingen│Maria Goodwin│Robert Hensworth│Karl Lueger│Max│Lord Ezekiel
Agmundr│Camilla Romanescu│Marie Anette Carlisle│Nicholas Carlisle│Javier Crueza│Pavel Marlow │Andrei Ambrožič│
Mama Elaganza││Deiderich Kraus│Nathaniel Renwick│Jelena Santiago│Bahir Pasha│Caelan│Barnabáš│The Father│
Érebos││Frank the vagabond│Balthazar│Katarina Dufwa││
HUMAN CHARACTERS
Abraham Van Helsing│Jonathan Harker│Mina Harker│Lucy Westenra│Quincey P. Morris│Arthur Holmwood│Dr John Seward
R.M. Renfield│Steiner Leichtenberg│Ralph the taxi driver│Giovanni Agosti│Anderson│Rebecca Harris││Maddox
Romenduz Tavala│Doomsayer│Valeri Dojstov│Abraham Sullivan│David Sullivan│Blair O'Connor│Mother Anna│
Heliga Birgitta│
OTHER CHARACTERS
The Dread Doctors│Zoltan│The Wendigo of Castle Dracula│La bête du Gévaudan│Oliver Harker│Synova│Timothy Holmes│
Anna Darvolya││
LOCATIONS WITHIN THE WORLD - VAMPIRE, HUMAN, OTHER SUPERNATURAL
Castle Dracula│The Carpathian Mountains│The Village│Carfax Abbey│Seward's Sanitarium││
The Tavala Village││The City of Enoch││Tomb of Thanatos
Abandoned Building│ │Virgil's mansion │Robin's house│Dracula's Mansions
المدينة الغارقة (almadinat alghariqa, or The Sunken City │
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THE WORLD OF VAMPIRES
The Traditions│The Vampire Hierarchy│The Masquerade│Domains│Hunting Grounds│Communication amongst the Undead│
Pax Inmortuae│The War of Ages│Lexicon of the Dead│The Modern Night│The Ancients│The Generation Theory
The Embrace│The Beast Within│Final Death│Blood Bond │Blights│Thrall│Vampire Hunters
Humans loyal to Dracula│The Demeter │The Ichor│Foul Rituals and Dark Beginnings│Romanian Treasure│Antediluvian│
VAMPIRE ORGANISATIONS
The Societas Immortalium│The Sabbat│The Anarch Movement│Malakut│
Children of Caine│The Eye││ │││The Order││
The Night Children││││
THE WORLD OF HUMANS
Humanity and the Supernatural││Vampire Hunters│Faith│True Faith│The Second Inquisition││
HUMAN ORGANISATIONS
The Department of Paranormal Activities│The Holy Order of Saint Michael 'The Inquisition'│The Van Helsing Association│
The Arthur Initiative│The Coalition against Dracula│The Holmwood Family│The Harker Family
The Company of Three│The Church of Father's Glory│ The Hunter Society│The Order of the Dragon│
THE WORLD OF THE SUPERNATURAL
OTHER SUPERNATURAL ORGANISATIONS
The Vampires of the East 'Jiangshi'││
EVENTS IN THE WORLD - VAMPIRE, HUMAN, AND OTHER SUPERNATURAL
Concordia Immortalium│Failed London Takeover│The Blood Feud
Dracula's absence │The hunt for the Heartstone
OBJECTS -VAMPIRE, HUMAN, AND OTHER SUPERNATURAL
The sword of Dracul│Dragon key│The Dracul family ring│De Dödas Huvudbonad (Crown of the Dead)│
Quincey's kukri knife│Staff of Ra│Heart Stone│Mysterious box│Seal of Dracul│Bram Stoker's Dracula novel│ │
│Love letter to Timothy│Robin's gun│Malum Praesidium││
MISCELLANEOUS LORE
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Antediluvians? She knew what the term meant but had yet to come across one of the ancient vampires. Did her new acquaintance fall into this category? She knew he had control over several vampires at this point including her companion in the carriage. "A myth hmm?" The thought of draining the world of all life amused Maleficent to an extent. Making others suffer had always brought her enjoyment but she was unsure as to whether or not she wanted to see the entire world in the same state as that demolished and diseased village.
"Is your master one of these ancient vampires?" She knew he was powerful but Maleficent that was about all she knew about the vampire. Her curiosity was driving her at this point. "If I was not interested I would not be here."
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"That is not saying much."
The thought of the ship sinking had already crossed Maleficent's mind. Fortunately for her merely opening a portal or using teleportation would get her out of a mess like that. Traveling home would be a piece of cake. The same could not be said for her voyage to Dracula manor. Despite her disgust Maleficent did not hesitate to step foot on the ship. The train of her gown dragged along the soaked wooden floorboards as she approached the captain eager to see where she was expected to stay.
She said nothing when Bruno revealed that she would be staying in the captain's quarters. Instead, she followed him into the room minding the words carved on the floor. The state of the room was beautiful compared to the ship itself. "This will do." She approached the edge of the bed and looked back at the captain when he spoke again.
“Set sail as soon as possible. How long will we be at sea?”
While useful, the vampire's explanation regarding their voyage to Dracula's estate did not seem to bring her comfort. She had always been an impatient woman and the thought of spending days, possibly weeks, traveling to an unfamiliar destination did not appeal to her. Hopefully this elder vampire was worth her time. His elaborate display of power back in the town caught her attention but keeping her interested would require much more than a demolished village.
"This is more than an inconvenience."
The wicked woman's eyes began to glow as the vampire moved across from her. The next thing she knew, they were off. The various foods in the carriage caught her attention for a moment but she chose not to eat anything. Instead she looked out the window watching as they moved further and further away from what she was used to. Maleficent had been alive for hundreds of years and yet there was still much of the world she had yet to see. She spent most of her days in her castle the humans commonly referred to as the Forbidden Mountain. Her army of goblins and troll-like creatures occupied most of the castle but they did not provide much intelligent conversation.
Once they reached the next town the villainess sat back in her chair choosing not to watch the humans. If time was not a factor she probably would have used her own magic to turn the village to dust. The infection had not reached it yet but she knew it would in a matter of days. The so called lord of darkness seemed more like a virus than a man really. She had never met anyone like him. The happiness of the villagers repulsed Maleficent for the most part. It was only when they passed by the square that she looked out the window again. This time she was met with a pleasant sight. Several villagers had been killed including a brunette with green eyes. Her killers had placed a brick in her mouth and a stake through her gut. The villainess had killed humans in the variety of ways but this struck her as odd. This looked more like a ritual of some sort. Her eyes moved over to Dracula's servant when he offered an explanation.
"A stake through the heart will kill a creature like you?" A malevolent grin formed on her face as she sat back. "How intriguing."
She was quiet and still for the remainder of their journey to the sea leaning forward only once to grab an apple out of the basket. The apple tasted as good as it looked but she neglected to take a second one. The smell of salt water filled her nose as they moved closer to the shoreline. She had traveled by boat before but only over short distances. There was no telling how long she would be trapped on this one.
"Very well." She did not hesitate to depart the carriage and turned around only briefly to give the vampire a nod in goodbye. The long jagged edges of her gown dragged behind her as she walked along the deck toward the ship. "Where is the captain?" She tapped her index finger against the orb on her staff and waited for an answer. She assumed one of the vampires could lead her to him.
"Ye got fangs, yer strong, an' from where am standin' yer me fuckin' captive who gladly has me under some sart of strain. So I don' care how fookin' hart ya are by me words, soddin' geebag whinin' over some lil wards I be sayin'. Yer tryin te protect me from em? Oh, that's bleedin' rich, ain't it? Classic doin' a bad thing fer a good cause, aye, laddy? So no. Yer no' bloody sorry an' I don' care that ya are. I want oot, ya wanna prove yer sorry than ya cannae let me waltz on oot an' take yup with yer fish suckers fer all I fuckin' care." She was wheezing out the last of the words. Finding it harder to keep on standing much less finding the will to keep on cursing him out. He'd probably have better luck taming the devil over trying to talk sense into her.
And telling her that no, he could not let her go, was probably the worst thing that he could have said. Her nostrils flared and her breathing got heavy once more. "Yer takin' arders from some washed up sod? I don' care what happens to the place, er yer mate if he does, I don'. I'll kill ya meself if it means gettin' off of here just so ya know that. Am no stayin' here, an' if it means barnin' this place down while am at it, I will." That was the last of the fight she had in herself. Any more of it and she would drain whatever was left of her reserved energy right then. There was only so much she as a human could do. And she was dangerously past that limit already.
Naturally, the bottle drink was dismissed, she would have clonked him on the head if it meant he understood how dirty she would play. She just needed to find something that would kill him. She needed to find a way that she could out, then kill him, and get lost. the people would probably look at her, and whatever Dracula had planned. She couldn't kill him, though she would bloody well try to. It was a matter of calculating it all, understanding her enemies. She would start with this one, this bird here.
"Well, ya already failed at that, didn't ya lad? I got one foot in the grave already, don't I? I don' need yer fookin' protection, I need a weapon in me hand and a vampire dead at me feet. You do the math there." She could still be a little shit. That much hadn't stopped yet. Still, she would have to listen and follow him. She didn't move, not until his back was turned to her. It was only then that she started up after him on the stairs, she took it one at a time, having to stop once in order to breath and capture what was left of her strength then she was up again.
She ignored the stains, the musk in the air and the maggots that had a better stay than her currently happily feasting on their dead fleshed meal. She couldn't look, if she looked she would be lost. She would hurl up nothing but stomach acid and she'd be done and out for the count. She couldn't allow that to happen. Thus she pressed forward, up every step losing more sapped strength each time she did pull her weight up. Every step made her all the more wobbly, and each further made her see light in her vision. By the time that she'd gotten to the top she was leaning on the closest counter surface and heaving to breath. At least, up here, surprisingly enough, it was clean. A slice of heaven in the pigpen that was this village.
"I don' like sweets." She told him, ignoring the table and going right for the stew. She opened the lid to the contents inside, worried for what she might see under it. Did it smell like meat or had they sliced up a little of that man to throw into the pot? She stared for a time, then went to the glass cabinet to pluck a dish, a spoon and began to scoop slop after slop into the bowl. From there she ate, blowing hastily on the stew then pushing the chunk into her mouth without caring for a taste. The hot food hit the boom of her empty stomach like lead, she could feel every single thunk of it hitting the bottom of it. While she chewed she went searching for a cup, ran the tap and watched the water come into it. It had better be clear if not, she poured it right out. If it was and smelled like.. well, water. She drank the cup fully right then and there. It filled her stomach faster and cooled the eat that was the hot food that had slid down her throat like hot iron. After one more cup full she filled it again, then went back to the stew. She at least did not eat like an animal. While she ate fast, it was not without manners for the most part. Her dark eyes never left the man though, she kept him well enough insight in case he attempted to do anything.
"Who are these people here?" Alice then asked, her voice was cracked with hunger, if she wanted to know her enemy she would have to learn from somewhere about them first.
A laugh that was not fit for the moment rang out of Alice's mouth to that. "Nasty conk? Ya let yer numpty fish shaggin' bitches crowd me, then ya wanna say bloody sorry fer it? Git fucked ya soddin' leech." She hissed at him. Yeah, she could still feel her head throbbing. Still felt her body weak. Still felt the foul stench in the air that would make any lesser person spill the contents of their stomachs out onto the floor. It was thankful that she didn't have anything on hers or else she might be in some trouble from that as well.
Was he just going to stand there next? She stared at him from where she was, weakly pressed and holding herself up. She knew that if she wanted to get out of here there might have to be some tailored degree on working with him, as much as her pride defiled the idea, she was in no place to deny such an act to accept it.
She stood as still as she could despite the shaking in her limbs and the throbbing of her temples that made her eyes twitch and squint so often.
Alice might have some bruising here and there. She had a notch on her head the size of her fist most likely for one thing. Possibly some internal bruising, or something that might have happened in her sleep if she wasn't lucky in that aspect. The main point of it was that hte huntress was not yet dead which was something to be happy about. She did need food, and water. That was the most understood thing that she knew within this moment by far.
"I don' give a damn that its sapien er not. I just want to get off this fuckin' island and back to me home." Back to people she cared to be around and yell at. None of this bullhonky that was considered a Hell in her eyes. And they flashed a little of hell when she heard the metallic scrape of the latch turning, she waited for the door to unlatch and pull away. In her hand, the rusty hammer was gripped beneath the fabric that kept it away from her flesh, she allowed it to be visible so that he would know just exactly what she was packing and that she was more than willing to continue to fight even if it were to her very last breath.
"Ya wanna test a carnered animal aboot if they may stake ya with a bloody hammer er not? Am a fuckin' hunter, did ya knoo that, laddie? Did it ever concern ya why that fookin' loaf of a leech brought me on that damn boat like that? What me, some martal girl must've done to piss 'im off enough to trap me in this damn place? Er was that just yer oppertunity to have yer goons trap me up in this slaughterhouse?" Cursing him out was taking farr too much breath and energy that she did not have. "I don' need a hammer to fuckin' hurt ya. I keep me hammer. It stays. No' a big problem to ya if it ain't nothin' that ya wanna be scared of, right? That, er ya cannae open the door an' just let me leave. I don' want anythin' to do with yer people er you fer that matter. I'll find me help on me own. Just let me the fuck oot of here already."
The sorceress did not hesitate to follow the young man deeper into the forest. Curiosity was driving her decisions at this point but it would run out once her patience started to wear thin. This was turning into a scavenger hunt that mixed illusion with reality. As they moved further and further into the forest Maleficent looked around at the various trees and vegetation lining the path. She could feel the breeze on her face and the various twigs and sticks tugging at the jagged edges of her robe. It would take more than a little discomfort to end this journey.
"Exactly how long is this going to take?", she inquired after about an hour.
Maleficent had always enjoyed her walks through the forest just outside her estate. She used them to think and more often than not to plan the suffering of others. These little walks of hers never lasted more than thirty minutes and at this point she felt as though they had been walking for hours. Everything seemed to look the same. Were they going in circles?
A scowl formed on her face when the vampire asked her to wait.
What exactly were they waiting for? Her yellow eyes watched the creature like a hawk as he placed his jacket against one of the stones. "Why are we waiting here?" If only Maleficent could see where they were going. She possessed the ability to teleport but she had to be able to see where she was going. Twenty minutes turned into an hour and before long Maleficent became frustrated. She tried to remain calm and focus on other matters in order to keep herself from snapping. Just as she was about to wander the villainess heard the sound of hooves moving toward her. Soon enough a pair of stallions pulling a carriage behind them appeared.
"The Eastern shores?", she hissed. "I have no desire to travel by boat."
Centuries ago the fairy could have flown there. She recalled traveling vast distances through the air without even breaking a sweat. "Very well." Maleficent could not help but growl in annoyance as she stepped up into the carriage and took the seat. The sight of various snacks managed to catch her by surprise. This was going to be a much longer journey than she had anticipated. If the destination was not worth the wait, there would be hell to pay.
(Well. Val has a dislike of vampires. Not enough to tare em apart but it may be a good start. She will be going through a major milestone in her storyline here in less than a month which will kinda wipe the slate clean when it's over considering it's the death of two of my friend's characters including your enemy. She's a weapon smith if Dracula would need anything crafted? What's your take so far?
Regardless of the lack of food that she might have not had, or the scarce amount of sleep she'd been able to wink over the course of days, there was something that she was capable of, and that was adrenaline. If she could master it and get it coursing through her body then she could have it, she could win. Her body naturally produced it. While it did not provide her food and water, it gave her strength that she did not know that she possessed in order to help in some way to free her from the dreaded place she'd gotten herself into.
Alice was tired of being trapped, beaten to knock out and starving. She wanted tea, she wanted him, she wanted out of the filthy place and back to where things made sense. she had no clue why they would keep her here if it was not to kill her or eat her like they likely would do to the poor sack of shit here.
There was no gun on the cop, as she had expected. And while there was rusted chains, an even rustier hammer, there were no weapons. Her mouth pinched into a scowl, looking over the poor block on the table, the scoffed. Cop guy got himself killed here, what would that say about her? Would she ever make it out herself?
She widened her span of what could be a weapon. Were there any chairs? While shaky and dead walking on her feet she maybe could break the leg off of one. Only she didn't have the time to really do it, she needed something now.
Spying the hammer and once more the cops clothing, she walked to the discarded cloth, grabbed the thickest material, then walked to the tool and picked it up that way. Wrapping the cloth around the rusty handle and tied it off, ready with a weapon. She was just about to relax just a little again when she heard the raw scrape of metal, and she turned to the door that wasn't budging at all and her eyes narrowed.
"Me head is poundin'." Bluntly she answered. She kept her mouth in a line, yet ready at any turn to spit venom at him no matter what it was she asked for nothing at this point could phase her otherwise. "Let me oot of here. I have no reason to be stuck here fer you or anyone else. Am not associated nor do I wanna be with the likes of you lot. Let. Me. Go." Her hand tightened around the hammer. She wasn't begging, or asking. She just wanted to leave. She wouldn't speak a bloody word of this to anyone if that's what he wanted to hear. This island gave her the creeps, and he did even more on that note about it.
"Me spirit? Did'ja really think I care aboot some pathetic shit like spirit?! Yer fuckin' kidnappin' me, fer what? Let me bloody go already! Am tired of this fookin' island already!" She lost her sight of it. Lost her stop. Because the next thing that she knew she felt and heard the clunk of something hard on her head.
Her eyes rolled, her jaw went slack, the anger left her face like a wave as her body wobbled and she tottered to the hardwood. It shook under her. She was at her final straw. Her arms shook, her temple throbbed. She couldn't keep this up. Her body wouldn't let her, she felt so betrayed by it. She had enough strength to roll onto her back and look whoever was taking her out in the eye, and making a silent pledge to kill them later. After that and she was knocked out. All the lines of anger left her face, only in sleep was she calm.
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She felt like a ton of trucks landed a load of bricks after bricks on top of her when she woke. She was shaking, shivering, and her stomach was threatening to eat itself for the fact that the acid inside of it had nothing to eat from, nothing to break down. It would start to eat away at her eventually, but not now.
Alice had seen brutality before, but it didn't make her stomach from turning itself around upon the sight and the smell. Her arm came up in an attempt to cover her nose. But the stench could be tasted foully in the air as though it were a green cloud was there on her lips to taste. Her face contorted when it didn't help her.
Instead, she slid from whatever surface she was on and used whatever she could get her hands on to lift herself up. Her legs buckled under her, and she winced whenever too much strain was given to her about attempting to stand up. It took too many damn efforts. Yet as she did she was looking at her surroundings, it wasn't even to see what poor sod was nailed to the board and murdered there, likely some long time ago. And frankly, she didn't care about him, she only worried about herself. She was looking for a weapon to use.
She caught where the guy was from though. She was searching his clothing at that time. Seeing if he still possibly held his gun. If an American wound up here, then what the hell and why were they holding people captive? If for meat, why were they wasting him? Whatever, not her problem. When either she found a gun or didn't, she still needed something that they would see or something to protect her fully. The back of her head continued to throb regardless of how little light was in the room.
She knew one thing, and it was that she had to get out of there. And that was her next task above all.
The sudden breeze did not seem to bother Maleficent. She was far more concerned with her present company. What difference did the temperature make to her? For someone with such a fiery disposition, the villainess ran pretty cool. Her skin was always cold to the touch. The other fairies often quipped that this was due to her black heart. When he apologized one of her perfectly shaped brows rose. His remark had not managed to offend her. It was obvious he possessed a level of respect for her. The count had gone to great lengths in order to catch her attention, even going as far as destroying an entire village. She knew by now that he was not a waste of her time.
Maleficent was well aware of the rumors surrounding her. She had become famous for her dastardly deeds including cursing an infant princess to die over an invitation. The stories made everything sound so simple. To Maleficent, the lack of invitation was a display of disrespect. Her attempt to end their family line only supported her reputation as being a creature of pure evil. No wonder Dracula was concerned about her being offended.
"Hunters?" He was in hiding? She seemed surprised. Why was a creature powerful enough to raise the dead hiding from humans? There was more to this story, no doubt. His request for her to join him did not go unnoticed. Maleficent was not fond of these illusions but maybe he was worth her time? By now she wanted to see the real thing. No more tricks.
"Very well." When the appearance of her company began to alter Maleficent's emotionless expression altered into one of pure disgust. This was one of his servants. "Take me to your master, now..."
It was fight or flight. Either she would make it, be free, be able to run and make something in order to get her off of the damned place, or she could be here watching this man think that he was tough as shit, eating nails and every other which thing he could get his hand on. He would be mortifyingly denied that from her, she would not break under mear words. He as well didn't seem like he was the type that really wanted to help her, but more rather expose her.
When she could tell that she was no longer the object of his attention though she paced his gaze, her head slowly turning until she saw the people. The people who were ready to attack her given that they had no reason to aside from her falsely being imprisoned on the island. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd until she saw one that was not as dirty, too white-faced and clean. He made a point of stepping forward, loudly might it be added. Alice turned the pole so that it now faced both the men, she never kept her back to anyone but the dock at this point. She would rather the wood be behind her back rather than anyone with a sharp fishy object.
What she noticed first was that the man was huge. It did nothing to frighten Alice, however. She'd taken down things much bigger than this dit and she wasn't about to start now with cowering because of her, what could be considered, small height. She knew that she was tiny on the scale of Irish girls, though it would not change her perspective; the bigger he was the harder he would fall.
Then the melodrama of the century. What in the Hell was she even witnessing here? Whos dick was older than the other? What? Her eyes flashed between the two of them, calculative and angry. He was already weak in her eyes.
Weaker so, when he was lifted up like nothing but a rock and held in the air. The larger man then went about his threats, all eyes trained on them. Alice could make a run for it. She slowly attempted to make herself press into the boat, press to the railing so that she might be able to squeeze past the people unseen. Could she make it? The pole remained in front of, she froze in place when she felt eyes on her once more, snapping her own to the man as he seemed to be speaking to her now, the scowl was apparent on her lips.
Romania? Had she ever been here? Regardless of that, she could get out, that was the matter of it. She just needed one second to contact someone then she could leave.
"Bloody acquaintanced, now I want oot an' t' be gone. Thanks, laddie." Her smile then was fake and unamused by all of the show. Yet, watching dicknik number one get thrown over was more than entertaining for her to watch, but let's not admit that.
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