Seed of Bones

The doctrine of Seed of Bones was one of indulgence, of sensation and bloody stimulation in reverence to Dark Mother. The cult was not one to indulge in the messy, bloody murder of a terrified victim so frequently attributed to the Covenant so much as an ecstatic, drug-addled assisted suicide. Their collective charisma and predication for vice seduced the beast of many a young vampire into their ranks over the decades. It was often suggested, quietly, that the only thing that stopped The Seed of Bones from usurping the praxis of Perth was, ironically, a lack of desire. Their leadership were often quoted, deriding the pursuit of political power as “a mere flame amidst the inferno of Her ecstasy”.

A lack of apparent ambition aside, The Seed was a considerable power that used their potency as a vehicle for their orgies and sacrifices more than anything else. Their parties were the stuff of legend, during which even the most sceptical of guests would find themselves enraptured, buried in naked bodies, and tripping balls. These parties took place underground, often over the course of several stimulant fuelled nights. It was not unusual for Kindred to report experiencing the touch, sight, or indescribable “presence” of the Dark Mother during the apex of these events.

Of course, every witness was high as a kite for the duration, but still… there were rumours that there were old photographs taken during these parties, photographs that can’t be explained. Photograph’s that have since been confiscated by the Inquisition and The Library. The Seed’s legend thrived from decade to decade, consistently growing until, that is, 1959. No one knows for sure what happened, let alone why, but the cult was all but annihilated. Those present, and moderately lucid, describe a dreadful pain. A pain of the soul that swept in and filled the space the high had filled, then a sudden, desperate emptiness. In the nights following, The Seed of Bones entered a frenzy of activity. The city was in chaos until in one, bloody night, they all disappeared. Something had murdered them, 32 Kindred in all, and almost twice as many ghouls. The assailants were gone without a trace, leaving behind only token reminders and a deeply embedded fear in the Haunts of the City, of the presence of an unknown horror felt to be slumbering beneath the city streets.