The Lasombra antitribu no longer exist? That is a rather foolish statement as you are standing before one right now. Whose haven did you honestly think you were breaking into? The Ventrue Prince of this city? I've known of your impending felony for over 2 months now…

Whom do you think the mysterious contact was who happened to have the blueprints of the security system for sale? I wanted this opportunity to talk with you so that you can pass along what I'm about to share.

Don't worry…the feeling in your extremities should return soon enough, and I doubt that your paralysis will last much more then an hour or two. Now, where were we…ah yes!

That's right, I don't exist. I'm not surprised that the elders of your side of OUR clan told you such. They have a long and shameful history that they wish to expunge, but much as in the play Hamlet, the blood does not easily come off of one's hands.

I know you have heard the stories of the formation of your illustrious Sabbat. Gratiano slays Lasombra; the anarchs have their bonds broken by the Tzimisce, anarchs and so forth. But let's delve a bit deeper into the little known background of that era, shall we?

Chapter 1: Standing Before a Myth

Standing Before a Myth

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