 
We drink from the Sun at Midnight, the blood congealed
under a pale moon. We drink from the ecstasies of the
Qlippoth, and leave strengthened and whole. We seek to go forth in the night in the form of the beast, drinking from the waters under the Moon. We devour paradise and bath in the
blood of the moon.
We are the awakened and ancient, forever seeking to further illuminate the dragon within each of us.
I am that which you hide away from others
I am the eye which seduces all within its gaze.
I am the voice of which power is formed.
I am the thought of which is exist beyond flesh.
We are legion yet we come from one source.
there is only one from within you.
You are the point and the beginning,
Azothoz as the devourer.
In nature can you understand my spirt in all things.
In doing such you will understand your self.
In understanding yourself you will be able to utilize all of
your senses and develop skills to master what
you Will in this world.
Welcome to the Immortal Bloodlines Of DeMorte within these walls we aim to gain a better understanding of The Vampyre Spirit and our inner dragons. This coven is not for role players nor will tolerate any that may pass the gates under false pretense. If you wish to be apart of DeMorte contact Lord Razr or one of the ACM's and we will decided if we wish to let you become one of the Immortal.
A movement in the darkness
floorboards creek
who's there!? you scream
a soft yet cold chuckle plays
the dark shadow moves closer
what do you want!?
an echo of footsteps
icy cold fingers touch your face
another soft chuckle is heard
an attempt at screaming
no sound is made
the dark figure leans over
the frozen lips touch your neck
hold still. whispers the voice
don't move an inch
you freeze at the sound
finally they let go
fade into the shadows
whispering in an eerie tone
welcome to De'Morte
Crest Of The Family De'Morte
Est. Dec. 7th 2007
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