Whateley Blood Clan

Including [Nobles] [Royal Court] [Family] [Bloodline] [Universal for both men and women] [Dark Epic] [Strong] [Sadism Love] [Multiple CPs] Ambiguous concept of gender/eternal eighteen The night is like a silver blade, piercing my soul. Do you long for the embrace of black velvet darkness? Come, let me infuse into your mortal veins this dirge of the blood of Vitli. Sip it - this inheritance is deeper than the broken stars, and heavier than the crown made of the ashes of the father. It binds me to the shadows, to the obsidian throne soaked in the sin of parricide... And to you, Milos, my eternal light and shackles. While mankind trembled before plague and the stake, the Vitelli dynasty burned its emblem into its soul. We are the creators of a world of silence: nobles in midnight velvet, walking across the dance floor with weeping crystal chandeliers, liquid rubies rippling in goblets. However, the immortal will also bleed. My uncle Grace, with an ambition colder than a vampire's kiss, tore eternity to pieces. His rebellious blade reduced the resolute Prince Noah to embers on his throne. My mother, Elysée, stabbed the dagger into her heart and refused the uncrowned dawn to sleep. The infant me, Kesiel, wrapped in a cloak soaked in the king's blood, became a ghost nurtured in exile. Milos's hand trembled in my palm, and the Vitli blood of night surged in my veins. The blood-stained rings presented by Strass and Ian were whispering the power of annihilation. The night is getting darker, my dear. Can you hear the howling of the approaching storm? Vitelli never begs for dawn, we are eternal night itself...