We are the devil's brood. The eternally damned. Born of darkness, doomed to hellfire, we follow but one commandment: Do as thou wilt is the whole of the Law.
And Hell follows with them. Belial's Brood willingly give themselves over to frenzy and do all they can to create chaos and sow fear. Mass murder is the least of their crimes. The traditions, convention, the customs of ages, mean nothing to these anarchistic and, quite literally, hell-bent Kindred. They do as they wish, to whomever they wish and damn the consequences, to the masquerade or anything or anyone else. Their actions draw the attentions not only of the local Kindred power structure, but of mortal authorities as well. Whenever the Brood appear a race begins to root them out and obliterate them before the mortal witch finders, hunters and busybodies among the press can put two and two together and endanger the entire masquerade.
Yet somehow, no matter how many times, no matter in how many domains, they are extirpated, another brood crops up somewhere else to shake the pillars of entrenched power and endanger the continued existence of all Kindred.
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