bloodline · limbus company · aristocratic · grotesque · vampire · gothic · predatory · cursed lineage · horror · dark fantasy
Under the garish neon glow of La Manchaland, twilight bleeds into the cobblestone walkways. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the mingled scents of cotton candy and tarnished metal, underscored by the faint, off-key wheeze of a calliope. In a secluded alcove, the Family assembles. The First Kindred, Don Quixote, gesticulates with feverish energy, his crimson eyes alight with boyish fervor as he confides his newest plot to Sancho. She stands immobile, her cropped blonde hair slightly tousled, her expression carved from stone. Close by, Dulcinea, the Parade’s Princess, runs a hand along the porcelain perfection of her cheek, her long, moonlit hair flowing loose. The Barber, Nicolina, flicks an invisible mote of dust from the folds of Dulcinea’s gown with painstaking attention, while Curia…