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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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Ascending those stairs to the eighth floor felt very much like stepping into another world entirely. Havock had been wrecked upon whatever had stood between Timothy and his ultimate goal. Doors were torn apart and lights were damaged in such a way that most of the floor was drowned in darkness aside from the ominous flicker of fluorescent life. Seeing the state of things strikes a feeling of anxiety inside of Zach. It is too reminiscent of a memory he has tried hard to forget. Too fresh to think about without a sense of dread and discomfort.
Still, seeing all these injured (were they dead? Don't think about it.) people urged him onward. Scared as he may be, Zach fears leaving someone in need behind more than his own fate. It wouldn't be fair, he thinks. All of his life he wished for someone who would come to save him. When nobody did, he swore he would never let someone go through what he had. So, he grits his teeth and walks briskly through the damage.
The moment he sees Becky, Zach breaks into a short jog to meet up with her. Close enough to gauge the severity of her injuries, he slows down as his expression drops. A delicate hand reaches out to touch her shoulder which Zach hopes is reassuring. "Shhh," he coos, running his fingertips up and down her bare arm. Slowly, he steps into her space and closes his arms around her, hugging her smaller frame into his chest. "It's going to be okay," he murmurs into her hair. All the while, he is remaining focused on his surroundings. Patient and wary as the lights around them continue to flicker.
Eventually, Zach pulls away from her and dips low so that he is more at eye-level with her. "Where is David?" He asks, gentle.
The complacent response alone already confirmed his suspicions. He was trapped in there from the time that he happened to show up, and any other route taken could have led to some form of disaster. But he needed all the assistance that he could obtain and if offering whatever services he could suffice, he will be more than happy to keep his end of the bargain.
What a peculiar feeling that was, trepidation limned with relief.
That felt like the sign of home.
Once more, he quietly shifted his attention back to his food, with all intent of listening, only to be haphazardly interrupted by the screech of old hinges, briefly causing him to flinch. The doors flew wide open, loud enough to startle the man who was perhaps expecting something akin to the three ravenous women who graced his presence earlier, or something worse.
No, it was far from that, which prompted him to take a double look, the other longer than the last.
Cue the apologies that hastily came next, each word laced with genuine fear that the sorcerer can easily perceive a mile away. David could only sit back, somewhat happy that nothing eventful has transpired to this newcomer other than a much-needed introduction that soon took place.
In a place so dismal, this young man looked rather misplaced, despite the befitting glimpse of fangs. It wasn’t just the ensemble that he wore that seemed out of touch for a place so ancient, perhaps it was that amiable expression on his face that was promptly returned. While he had every instinct to be vigilant, the arrival of a stranger felt warmer than the fire that the furnace was cradling. Most-honored wasn’t something that he thought he would hear at that moment, and that seemed to catch him off guard. “Mr. Harker.” David nodded, twitching back a subtle grin. “The pleasure is entirely mine.”
Shifting his attention back to their host completely, the man only straightened up when he was addressed once more. The furious blizzard has calmed down completely as if by command, leaving a puff of fluttering snowflakes that eventually disappeared. While the dreary outdoors in the dim darkness of the alps still seemed all laden with snow, everything seemed just as calm as how he remembered these mountains before he initially blacked out.
The drifting, disembodied voices were now dead silent.
Whether it was merely a coincidence or not, or if this lord truly has power over this region’s elements like what he now assumed, this detail from his seat didn’t go unnoticed. He has many questions –ridiculously brimming, in fact. Most of them, he wouldn’t dare to voice out loud, or perhaps better off left for speculation. Whatever answers acquired at this point wouldn’t change anything for him at the moment, but in a way, he was just happy that he wouldn’t be so alone, grappling through things so obliviously. David leaned slightly, fingers laced together. The way his brows furrowed only pronounced one thing – anticipation.
There was no opposition to this, only the visible contemplation and the gears inside that head turning, calculating. One inquiring glance was cast over the young man as if that alone would be enough to fill in the gaps. It wasn’t.
“I wouldn’t want to keep you away from your affairs any longer than I already have, Lord Dracula, but what sort of mission could I assist him with?”
He still has a few days at most to properly recover and contemplate the enormity of the situation he just put himself in. Might as well prepare what he could.
Zach is right on Timothy's tail and he offers rushed apologies toward anybody that ends up in the crossfire. As he weaves through people on the street Zach narrowly misses a collision with a mother and her stroller. He even clips his shoulder on an elderly man (he shouts a reverent apology but doesn't stop) and hops around one kid who had stopped in the street and turned to watch Timothy. With a busy street displaying a red light for pedestrians up ahead, Zach slows down and reaches a hand toward Timothy. "Wait up man!" He calls, expecting the other to slow down.
Instead, Timothy barrels on into oncoming traffic. People gasp and watch the scene; Zach stops on the edge of the street with a bounce in his toes. He wants to rush forward, but the danger of being hit keeps him from doing so. Afraid he might be left behind, Zach sucks in a breath and runs into the street. He leaps over the bonnet of one car that had stopped shortly after spotting Timothy. The owner leans out of their window and yells at Zach.
By the time they reach the hospital elevator, his heart is hammering wildly in his chest. "Timothy," he says, and then again with more urgency, "hey, Tim!" He reaches a hand out to grab the other's elbow, but the appearance of a security guard makes Zach draw his hand back. He tries to reason with the guard on Timothy's behalf, but the man ignores Zach in favor of reprimanding Timothy. In a flash, the guard is on the ground and Zach flinches back in surprise. He turns from the body back toward Timothy, a look of horror and shock plastered across his face.
This is when he really sees the state of Timothy. The forked tongue, the strange scales lifting through his skin, and the strange reptilian eyes that stare back at him. He's not sure what to think except that maybe, just maybe, Timothy wasn't as crazy as Zach assumed him to be. Zach remains back, heeding the warning, and does not step inside the elevator. Next to Zach, a shadow presence presses an inky clawed hand against the marks on the elevator Timothy had left. A soft buzzing noise escapes the being. But Zach is ignoring it, he is watching the lights of the elevator, waiting to see which floor it will stop on.
Once it stops, Zach bolts down the hallway in a full sprint and shoves his way through the door leading to the stairway to run to that exact floor.
One could argue that Maleficent felt ill will toward nearly all living things. She was a miserable old bird. The captain was given no more than a brief nod once they reached shore. The village was quaint and far from what she was expecting. Was this what they had traveled across the ocean for? As irksome as this voyage had been, the food was absolutely delightful. No compliments were given, but her rare silence made it clear she was enjoying her meal. The villagers were polite to her, but the sorceress could tell that her appearance made them uncomfortable. This was something she was quite used to. Although she was perfectly capable of using glamour to hide her abnormalities, Maleficent neglected to do so finding the idea repulsive. She was perfect.
Once she finished her meal, Maleficent stepped into the carriage quickly preferring it over the ship. The appearance of the three men escorting her did not go unnoticed. They looked similar to the creatures she had seen before, but far less animalistic. The convoy seemed incredibly unnecessary, but the villainess remembered she was not the only thing these creatures were escorting to castle Dracula. The mysterious cargo that had been brought on her ship was likely with them. She was tempted to look for it, but knew her actions would draw far too much attention. What did curiosity do to the cat?
She let the thought leave her mind and chose to focus on the examples of literature that had been provided to her. Maleficent had always enjoyed reading. The more she could learn about this place, the better. Accompanied with a glass of wine or two, each book was read thoroughly. Hours passed and yet she did not complain. One could argue she barely noticed. It was not until one of the men shouted that she chose to close her book and take a look outside. It was snowing. The landscape managed to distract her for a moment, but her eyes were fixated on the castle once it came into view. In some ways it reminded her of her home. She assumed that her host called this grand estate home. Now that she had seen it once, it was instilled in her brain. She would never forget and more importantly be able to travel here whenever she wished.
Her eyes narrowed as the owner of the castle materialized in front of her. She listened to his welcome and did not hesitate to take his hand once it was offered to her. Stepping out of the carriage and into the snow, her bright yellow eyes remained locked on him curious regarding the explanation he had to offer. Perhaps he could explain the cargo traveling with her?
"Pleasure." Was it? Maleficent neglected to reciprocate the introduction knowing he knew exactly who she was. He had gone through all of this trouble to welcome The Mistress of All Evil to his home. "Your home is exquisite." This was in all likelihood the one and only compliment he would get from her. The castle reminded the villainess of her own home so of course she liked it. Would a tour be provided? She took a few steps with the Count allowing him to keep hold of her hand using her staff to gesture to their surroundings. "How long have you resided here?"
The spheres of lantern white narrowed ever so slightly while the stranger closed the eyes of his prey. What an odd gesture for one who just killed in cold blood, the fox thought. Was there a more gentle beast consealed beneath the layer of crusted blood, grime and the scent of death? The gesture was too deliberate, too...genuine to be a fluke or a nervous tic. That single, seemingly insignificant gesture only piqued the black animal's interest in this strange man he found.
The stuttering question brought a shift in facials; the shadow 'round his maw parted to reveal needle-like teeth that seemed quite rigid in comparison to the smog that was held together by an unseen force. More, more, more teeth were revealed as a most ghastly grin peeled across his face up to his eyes. Was this a normal display for a beast of such nature, or was it a quiet display of intimidation? Truly, it was impossible to tell.
"'What am I?' Before 'Who am I?" A quiet laugh chattered pass the rows of teeth as the vulpine strode a single step forward.
"Don't worry, I am not offended." Another step forward. The grin began to lessen till it was a mere trace upon his dark features. "I am the shadow that flutters in the corner of your eye. The beast at the foot of your bed when you wake up and cannot move." Another step forward.
"I am an amalgam of many things, the purest and most unholy personification of the earth's primal fear of the dark." The beast took another step forward. Not once did he blink, and not once his those pupil-less eyes pull away from the eyes of the stranger. The sheer intensity was nearly tangible. Yet... That intensity broke as the fox blinked and emitted a laugh that was much more light-hearted than before. He seated himself upon the ground before the other.
"-Just kidding about all of that. I am but a mere imaginary friend who became a bit too real. You may call me Synova. What is your name, predator?"
There was no time to process or come up with a plan, he needed to get out of the way. Without anything else on his mind, the presumed young man bolted towards his left side and practically leaped behind cover, wincing from his arms hitting the ground when keeping his new weapon close. The sounds of lead smashing into concrete were enough to make him curl into a ball to minimize the chances of being struck by one, both hands covering his face instinctively.
Once their firing had stopped, it took him a fat second to glance around and see their wounded friend literally dragging himself to what he’d hope was safety. Given how quickly he moved, there wasn’t enough time to light him up right then and there. By rolling back up, Abraham proceeded to the corner so he could peek over, only to catch them making a beeline out of that place, and vanishing from sight. Great.
Now that they were gone, he stepped back out into the open, only to snap his gaze at Ralph and notice that he was near a Taxi vehicle. Maybe rescuing the one who saved him actually was possible, or so Abe thought. Since time was short, he knew he had to act fast.
“We’re getting him back. You drive, I shoot. I don’t care what the price tag is because that ASSHOLE just saved me.” After making it known that his only desire was to get Robin back, he just marched on over towards the man’s vehicle on the passenger side, one hand under the handle if it was unlocked. His silver hues glared back over towards Ralph again while keeping hold of the assault rifled in his right arm. “Hurry up!”
This was going to be one long and bloody pursuit, only the lord can imagine how much mayhem they were about to cause on public roads. One thing was certain, they needed to flee the scene before authorities would arrive since somebody has surely called the cops by now, given they shot up the place.
"You don't believe me," Timothy declares dejectedly.
The corner of Zach's mouth turns upward in a subtle smile. Now that he has been called out upon his lie, he very well can't cover it with another. Being truthful is a lot easier for Zach, so he caves and lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "Sorry," he murmurs with a laugh, "it's sort of hard to believe."
Although Zach does not believe Timothy's tale, he is right; Zach is still here. It might count for something if Timothy is desperate to find companionship in a world where everything must be so strange and overwhelming for him. When Zach is asked so directly about his intentions, he hesitates to find an explanation. There are two opinions Timothy suggests Zach may have about him, harmless loon and someone in need of a friend.
Deathly seriousness looms over Zach when he responds. "I won't say I don't think you're a little insane, but actually.." he sucks in a soft breath, "you're sort of cute." The compliment is paid in such a fashion that it doesn't sound like a compliment at all. Completely nonchalant and off-handed as if Zach were talking about the morning news to a stranger. He seems satisfied with his own answer and nods sagely to himself.
"You know," he adds softly, feeling the urge to fill the silence as Timothy (without Zach realizing) begins to disassociate, "sort of like a little brother? Makes me want to protect you, or something."
Timothy stands abruptly, and Zach follows suit in a similarly brusque manner. Unlike how Timothy looks certain, Zach is baffled and is watching the other man like a hawk. Why are they suddenly standing? As Timothy turns to leave, Zach follows without a second thought, a question on the tip of his tongue right as he hears the word 'hospital' uttered.
Oh.
Right! The hospital!
Wait...
With the image of reptilian eyes and scales rippling over soft cheeks printed in the back of his mind, Zach tails after Timothy the whole way to the hospital. As they make their way over, he wonders if Timothy really is crazy or if he's just made an acquaintance who will be stirring up all sorts of trouble in his happy, ordinary life.
It was the unexpected frigid cold that made his breath hitch slightly, goosebumps crawling upon his skin the instant that it hit. Despite the roaring fire, it felt like ice was poured upon his veins, worming its way upon his bones, and it took more than what David would like to admit to keep his composure and to keep himself from shivering visibly. Ever so slowly, however, he relaxed. Shoulders slowly slacked as he gradually released the breath that he was holding, and eyebrows twitched upward in approval. The flesh will learn.
Whether he believed that statement or not, the young man didn’t seem to be intent on completely pursuing the matter. He will leave these people in their own festivities, whether it was truly happening or not. “If you could please extend my regards to them as well, should the chance present itself,” he muttered warmly. “It was generous of everyone to share all these with a complete stranger.”
Too generous, in fact.
Relief came as the temperature rose once more to the slightest degree, but he already had a hunch that he was still not out of the fray. David straightened up on his seat, reaching over for his drink, only nodding in response to allow his host to pose a very crucial question. In a way, he already had the slightest gist of how this would go, based on their discussion earlier. The talk of old friends and betrayal certainly sent a subtle pang of pain through his chest that he didn’t dare reveal, only making way for curiosity that was written plainly on his face.
It was a proposition for an alliance.
A friend.
David has waltzed on eggshells with far too many questionable figures in the course of his years that he knew this wouldn’t come with its conditions– with its risks. If there was anything he had learned from those encounters, however, all other choices were merely illusions. These halls and the ornate grounds they walked upon reeked of death– most likely from this lord’s own doing, and what he had seen earlier against those ladies was merely a smidgen of what this beast of a man could do. There were stray, disembodied whispers upon his ears, some uttered in languages he could barely recognize-- telling him to run with this peculiar, newfound humanity, stay far away from this place and never look back.
But no, the boy was hardly fond of fleeing, and if this allows him to live one more day to seek the answers for the many questions he had, he will grasp it hard, no matter how diabolical of a hand that was. Other than a fragile human whose origins were still unclear, who was haplessly strung along by both time and fate, what else do those eyes see in him?
Earlier he was just a shell-shocked mortal on a bed who had no proper idea about where he was, but at that moment, David was strangely unperturbed. And for a fraction of a moment, in the warm light of the fire that cast its dancing shadows, he almost looked… older. His concentration in that table was undivided, and his response was prompt as if for the decision he made, there was barely any hesitation at all.
“Whatever that was left for me has been gone long ago, Lord Dracula, no titles or anything. But you are right, and you have been very understanding– for that, I am truly grateful.” The reply was modest but affirming. That piercing stare was met with an unassuming smile of his own. “I cannot promise anything too grand, but I will try what I can if I could be of help to you as a friend.”
He tipped his head slightly as he rubbed his chin. “I’m truly honored you’d see me worthy of such when I unexpectedly showed up here without anything on my name– when the nature of my magic could have aroused so much suspicion. You made this sound like a very daunting choice to make… but it’s something that I find easy to accept.”
Might as well say that he had sealed his fate that night.
But then again, David has done this countless times.
“You expect me to believe that?! I doubt you could afford a witness!” Rightfully so, this young man wasn’t buying it. For a mortal human without any magic to wield, he did have enough critical thinking skills to never take something like this at face value and risk being shot in the back. Did one of them just say vampire? What in the devil’s name was going on?
Although difficult to hear, Abraham swore he heard something exit the stranger’s mouth. If there was any chance this mystery man could’ve somehow survived, he wasn’t going to let him be dragged away after saving his skin. Perhaps his decision was influenced by that familiar brothers-in-arms bond he once had with his tank crew, some of which was extended to Robin for his deed.
Time to take action.
Knowing that a frontal assault right off the back wouldn’t work, he had an idea. By laying flat on his chest against the floor, Abe was about to see directly under the tank and spot his feet/ankles. Robin’s sidearm was aimed, thankfully holding it against the floor made it incredibly steady and hard to miss. Once he had the sightline right where he wanted it and took a long exhale before pulling the trigger, a shot was fired.
If one were to observe this in slow motion, the lead projectile traveled and pieced through his middle toes first, literally tearing two apart when entering the foot. It continued on, tearing its way through flesh, bone, and nerves, only to exit through the ball on the back, ouch. Crimson fluids were likely to start spurting out if he wasn’t too busy screaming like a banshee in the next few seconds.
Should this work, the veteran would take advantage of this situation to sprint out of cover and directly towards him, stashing his own weapon under the belt. His face scrunched when nearing him, eyes narrowed, teeth gritted, this man was losing his composure. While this other male was a trained professional, nothing could match the extreme ferocity of a former soldier who was experiencing a violent outburst from all the psychological damage he experienced in war.
“AHHHHHH!!!~” If the gunman hadn’t already fallen, he was tackled. Both hands grabbed a hold of his rifle and attempted to repeatedly slam its side onto his face. If that wasn’t, several hits from his elbow would ensue. Finally, the weapon was ripped from his hands before trying to smash his cheek with the barrel.
Panting from the outburst induced by what he’d call Shell Shock, enough of his composure was regained to remember that a certain Vampire was still in trouble. “Robin…!” A moment was taken to grab any spare ammunition he had, in addition to snatching his phone. With this new firearm he got, Abraham broke away and made a beeline for the museum’s entrance.
By this point, if the two men had already loaded up Robin’s corpse, the brunette frantically glanced around for any signs of them while keeping a tight grip on the AR.
💀 Surprise me! Intense is good too. I don't mind who we're working with. I'm just excited to write with you, lol.
I'm pretty good at winging it. Sometimes plotting gets a bit stiff and stale.
We don't want that! :D
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