I write this for the stubborn, intransigent fools who pretend they're
worthy of bearing the titles of Consanguine ranks and houses.

Every day I watch you waltz around like this world we mortals live off
of is your personal playground. You have 'families' and pretend to love
one another. You snuggle, you kiss, you dance in public and you do it
all without the bat of single cold, lifeless eyelash.

Fools. You slam your feet down and readily destroy what heritage you
have, what semblance of honour and respect your kind once knew as their
defining traits. How pathetic the consanguine 'race' has become that now
the standard for your kind are doing these things in the eye of not only
your own, but in full view of mortals.

You are born of the Consanguine race, children of Queen Belladona and
descendants of Abhorash Nehekhara. It is they who you spit on every time
you show anything but respect, arrogance, loyalty, and the vicious
superiority the Consanguine race is known to lay claim to. Were either
of them alive and capable today, you would regret every snuggle and
every single claim to being "different" from other consanguine, and pray
they would let you exist further.

When you are created, The embrace of a new Consanguine is sacred to your
kind. Respect it, because it is the breeding of one more predator and
more competition. Their prey is more food taken from -your- table.
You've been granted the grace of a predator and what your kind considers
an honour in terms of heritage. Your hearts do not beat, the blood in
your veins is not your own, and you are sustained by sucking dry the
very life of mortal creatures. That is who and what you are.

You wonder why mortals won't simply let you exist in peace, and while
the answer is different for every mortal, there is one that is painfully
universal; we have no respect for your kind. You who spend your time
learning to weave for pleasure instead of hunt out of necessity, you
treat each other as equals while making a mockery of the titles you
bear, and the weakness you claim mortals have is the flitty,
light-hearted nature you yourselves exhibit.

In short, to those of you Consanguine who think you're special, who
think there's nothing wrong with being kind and sweet and affectionate
to your progeny, and to those vampires we commonly call "snugglies", YOU
are a mockery of everything Abhorash and Belladona stood for. To the
warriors and true Consanguine nobles who have some idea of what I'm
writing about, at least you give us someone worthy of battling when I
take to the field.

In the end I am no lighter, I'm just a mortal, but even I scoff at your
show of disrespect for your own history and the noble race from whence
you've emerged.

May the gods damn and slaughter every last one of you until the day only
warriors and nobles remain for us to do battle with...

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ios, in the year 252 MA.