Chapter 7
by 
Nemo of Utopia
Which leader are you? (Race)
Haxikokix (Noctians)
33 great clans of the Get of Khayne once graced the nights of this world sired by the 33 Chosen of the Third Generation from the king of demons. Of those 33, 7 are known to remain.
The Sombrile: with powers of shadow manipulation.
The Kacqufik: with the power of music and song.
The Zatarain: with the ability of Thaumatology, blood sorcery.
The Salutar: with powers of healing for body and soul.
The Barowgen: With the arts of the Necromancer.
The Romakanova: tricksters, wanderers, and thieves with abilities of illusion.
And The Trujen: the clan of Princes and rulers: with the power of Dominion, of sanctuary and unity in the face of all disaster.
If the other 26 clans yet exist, you know it not, for you are newly risen from the unfeeling, unthinking, and dreamless sleep of Halcyon, the nigh-eternal rest of the great elder Noctians of the 7th generation and bellow.
You woke one night from your oblivion like rest, in pain and ecstasy, for another vampire (to use the human name for Noctians) had her fangs in your neck! The effort of will required to fight back was agonizing, but you did. It was childishly simple to throw her off you, so weak and weigh blooded was your attacker. However, she was a comely wench and your power of Dominion soon had her fawning at your feet.
"Where doth thou hail from, arrogant young welp?" You asked, and the woman who would have Enervated you began to explain.
After many years of descension and strife but one city of the Noctian empire remained, and it was barely hanging on. The Prince of the City was a weigh blooded iconoclast named Xenixka who cared more for wenching and lust than he did for the duties of rulership. She was Xenixka's child and had uncovered your resting-place while searching for an elder, any elder, that she could Enervate to lower her own generation enough to be able to slay her sire and begin the rebuilding of the Noctian civilization.
"Thou wilt have what thou wished for Girl, but not in the way thou thought," you declared. "I am a Cataphract, Fifth is my generation and thine so thee hath told me is Twelfth. In the elder nights, children like thee would have been butchered like cattle merely for existing but I am grateful to thee for waking me if our kind's situation is truly as dire as all that. When I cut down thy sire like a woodsman would fell a log I will sire a child of my own, on a human who shall be maimed and crippled ere I do so. HIM thou may Enervate with my blessing and thee shall thus fall three generations deeper into the pit. From that position of newfound strength, thou wilt serves me as my Reive, and together we will rebuild the Noctian race."
"Thank you, master! Though my ambition got the better of my judgment I gratefully and humbly accept your offer of a position in the new regime!" She said, bloody tears running down her face.
You waited out the daylight in your cave, then ran with her back to the last surviving Noctian city, Baalmagor, and hid in her Manse throughout that day.
That night you stalked into the Princes-court brazen as brass and picked him up off his throne by his collar. "State thy Lineage thou gutless pretender!" You snarled, and he babbled out his origins to you in shock, revealing that he, in point of fact, was one of your descendants. You promptly threw him onto the floor. "Thou art pathetic! That any child of my lineage should sire an embarrassment like you boils my blood! Come at me thou chicken-hearted weakling, or so help me I'll gut thee where thou lies upon the stones!"
The resulting duel was utterly one-sided, you demonstrated your superiority for all to see in a vulgar display of power and blood fueled abilities, then sank into the throne and licked the blood of your weakling Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandchild off your fingers...
That was a month ago, You now are unchallenged as Prince, all bend the knee to you, and you protect them as you are obliged. The girl, whose name you now know to be Maria Xixpixki, has been given her reward and is now Ninth Generation while many others have likewise been exalted. Your power of Dominion now allows the city to again harvest from all the land within 25 miles, and you plot how best to expand into other areas...