Sharp nails scratched across the wrist, the sound of flesh and blood being split, and the sticky feeling.
It was a gorgeous blue, a color that was cold and full of charm.
The beginning of everything was a murder, but the encounter between you and me was a blood curse.
The oath under the blood curse - to protect Tremere
Brother, maybe Tremere is the real curse. ——BY Mitchell
Patricide, I just want to be free! ————BY Mandel
Where do I put you, Mandel. ———— BY Rex
Do you want power or me?
I just don't want you to be too powerful to escape my control.