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a collection of necromancers defending a holy city against
overwhelming odds has become a bloodline of Kindred who
have adapted to be the perfect killers. It was a necessity for
us. Nagaraja who second guess their position in this world
as a monster, even to other Kindred, will find themselves
meeting a Final Death.
Blood vs. Flesh
The main difference between us and other Kindred is
that they drink only blood from their victims, while the
Nagaraja must consume flesh as well. Hence our nickname,
the aptly termed Flesh-Eaters. It’s like the other Kindred
asked their 4-year-old niece to give us a name, but I digress.
There are upsides and downsides to our unique condition.
To other vampires, the blood is the only thing on their
minds. They are parasites and pests. A true predator hunts
their prey and devours them inside and out, ripping flash
from bone and bathing in the remains as it suits us. That
is what a kill is like for a Nagaraja. Not a sip of blood in a
back room of a night club with no one knowing the wiser,
like other cowards out there that fancy themselves killers.
Look at my teeth. These are nothing less than the tools
of a predator, as if we are specifically designed for this kind
of unlife. Each tooth is a razor to rip viscera from bone
and rend the flesh for our palates. I’ve even heard of some
Nagaraja who eat blood, flesh, and bone together.
Oh, we refer to the flesh we consume as Viscus. Most
vampires see devouring flesh as something that makes
us lesser, which is certainly not the case. The flesh is a
supernatural element created by the transubstantiation of
our hunger, in the same way that the blood other vampires
drink is more than just A positive. Likewise, it should give
you the idea that the Nagaraja respect our prey and the
sustenance they provide. It’s not just meat, it’s Viscus, the
most precious flesh and organs in existence, because it
keeps us alive for another day.
Living as a Serial Killer
Now take a moment to picture what it’s like to be a
Nagaraja. You are a monster living on the outskirts of
humanity’s established world. You are an outcast from other
Kindred, so you always have to cover your tracks and watch
your back. Your fangs are overgrown and obvious, so you
rarely speak unless necessary. You’ve learned how to blend
into your environment and avoid detection above all else.
Outcast, demonized, quiet, and invisible. A perfect recipe
for breeding killers who are really good at what they do. It
takes ingenuity to become as good as we have. Today we
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