Condemned

Vampires rule from the limelight. Cults of personality born from transgression and raised on blood. Predators that smile from late night interviews and from behind pulpits as often as from across a night club. They have money and leverage and the one thing that humanity craves that only they can give.

Eternity.

To die and be reborn. To live forever as a scion of a great Lineage. To be Highborn. But sometimes that offer of eternity goes wrong. That swift, painless drift into death that they showed on tv and in movies and the recruitment reels of the House of Promise did not come. Not for you. You writhed for hours trapped between life and death. Your soul being scraped clean by the River Styx until you were thrown shaking and sickened back into the world. Maddened by new insights and haunted by the hungers in your blood. Lacking the blessings and curses of your Lineage, Unmoored from the trappings of kith and kin, you were cast out. Hunted.

Condemned.