Cathedral of Darkness
| From their webs of shadows the Lasombra guide the destiny of the dread Sabbat. Unseen even by mirrors, these lords of darkness glide through the night they rule, orchestrating the rise and fall of Kindred and kine alike. From the Sahara Desert to the Spanish Main, from the monasteries of Seville to the mean streets of New York City, no other clan so embodies what it means to be a vampire. |
| I do not need to explain myself to you. I exist; that is enough reason for me to rule. I have the noblest blood of our kind in my veins, and soon I shall have yours on my lips. I was born to command and reborn to dominion, and no matter how far you run, you cannot hide from me. The kine would laugh if you told them about vampires who were afraid of shadows. You and I know better. I'll give you to ten. Start running. |
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