When people ask me about what i remember about that day i often tell them i remember nothing...that couldn't be further from the truth. I remember everything, everything about the day i was born...and the day i died. I was born, a fleeting glimpse of happiness, and of untold, bitter sorry left unquenchable to my father's pure and noble heart. My mother perished beneath the stars that night, a beautiful nova in her own right, I am always told. She was a virtuous maiden, a heavy heart and mind resting upon her judged both a gift and a curse, a flaw and perfection in the same breath. Our father raised us, little ones that had kept him connected with the former Huntress he had loved so endearingly, so tenderly that she was unsure of how such a thing was possible. Despite my birthing, I was raised a normal child, running, racing the wind and challenging the open fields outside of our immaculate home.

Deep within the outlands in which we dwelled, we carved ourselves anew in destiny. Blithe, untarnished faerie tale met an abrupt, horrifying ending. The smoggy trails of acrid smoke stroked the skies, the scent of burning, of death crept within my nostrils, burning my lungs until I spat it out in fervid acrimony and disgruntled dismissal. My family was fierce, warriors in their own right but on that dark day i can't quite comprehend how it all happened. In memoirs past, perhaps it truly was our own hubris, our own wretched fault for having commited so much sin. Mayhaps our deal with the devil had forsaken us to the ruination we now face. Our elders they stole from us, the women they reaped from us, and the children they buried within the hovel, shadows of their deepest nightmares. Their piercing screams rend me from the insides out, twisting gluttonous innards into a squirming mess of putrid snakes that claw their ways out with malignant torment.

In the blink of an eye, the flutter of sultry lashes, we were dying.

The Hunters had become The Hunted~

The trees are alight, and my people are dying. All around me, I hear them, screams, malignant remnants of past occurrences that refuse to leave my mind unhindered. The memories burn, and yet I cannot stop them from running my mind in unstoppable trek over and over again. I can still almost taste the smoke of the fires, I can feel the heat, the warmth of my blood as it drips across my flesh.

My back burns, but my whimpers, my cries of pain, have long since been silenced by the numbing slash of realization, of anguished knowing. Without even the slightest of news, the sorrowed looks of those who came to retrieve me spelled to my already grieving heart all that I need know. 'How- how many? How many are gone?' My voice caught within my throat, trapped bird wings helplessly beating against the cage of my ribs to escape past my lips in fluttering, fluctuating volume. Eventually, i found the bodies of my family, heads split from their bodies and mounted, stuffed...corpses disfigured as humans laid claim to their trophies... Among them, I recognize their frames, the broken, mangled corpses seared by fire and the glistening raze of tempestuous titania steel. Blood and burns. Pain and fear. They warped them, they perverted them. They were destroyed.

And I was alone.

They would never come back to me.

I was the only one left...i could feel it in my bones, but a wee child exposed to the horrors of the world firsthand.


To this day it is unclear to me how i managed to escape. Perhaps with aid from the outside or an opportune moment, but what i did know is that I was left to isolation. To wandering the crumbling kingdom that was self-destructing all around me. I was combed, groomed as the newest in generation of our cursed bloodline when I had had none of the tedious lessons of my eldest sister. She was supposed to be in my shoes, a proud, strong Huntress of composure and grace. She followed in the steps of our father, a benevolent man with an iron grip and a heart of fire.

He was impassioned, compassionate, driven - as was she. She deserved to be here, and I deserved to be with them, deep within the gaping maw of the starving earth. I can feel it even now, eager to consume me, to bury me within its embrace until I smother in a whole as I was with this now almost But instead...i was cut away from my family...from my pack.

I now live, a kind-hearted woman to those who know their place, but a foe to be reckoned with in my own right. No longer am I the naive child whom believed in the cherished stories of faerie tales woven and spun by my father to keep the wool placed fresh and tender over my innocent eyes. No. I am very well aware of the vicious world that lay before me, under me with merciless, gnashing maw, oh so eager to have me torn and strewn in bloody ruin upon the earth. A once soft femme had been warped, portrayed by the huntress moon as little more than nameless Artemis wrapped in the mirth of phantom shadows. A nameless, faceless fiend who prays upon those solitaire watch. No one stays safe from the blade of rapture and vengeance, a cruel fate that I have been condemned to. Within the shadows my blades of fury sing, a hymn of purest redemption, a sinister aria of tasted sanguine wine followed by the peaceful strum of delicate, damaged vocal chords.

They thought the hunt was over...but i can promise you this, oh audience mine. This is the beginning of the end...and i cant wait, to watch you burn.



Chapter I | The Crimson Coven: A faction of witches specializing in Blood Magic and Dark Rituals form as a direct result of other covens casting out their unwanted witches and warlocks. After the outsiders gathered they founded their own coven created for the sole purpose of using their dark magic to destroy those who cast them out, this Coven, in order to fit in with the rest of society disguised themselves as a noble family and inserted themselves into civilization as well mannered, high class nobility. This is when the Valentine Family was founded and their legacy truly began.

Chapter II | Red Moon Ritual: After many years of inserting themselves into society The Valentine Family began to plant the seeds that would secure their future, securing alliances, developing powerful weapons and armor to help aid them in the annihilation of the dark forces around them. After building the foundation for what they where the Elder Witches of the Valentine Family prepared for a ritual during the Blood Moon that appeared once every hundred years. During the ritual the Valentines made a pact with demons from another realm, bonding themselves to a contract and in the process altering their own blood which corrupted the Valentines with bloodline and cursed them with both great power and great burden. This pact granted them increased performance in their magic, allowing them to use their familiars to amplify the potency of their black magic.

Chapter III | Bloodborn: After completing the ritual the Valentine Family began to study different methods of magic in attempts to find a way to create the perfect hunters. The Valentine Family were famed beast hunters, slayers of witches, demons, spirits, undead, cryptids, and other supernatural or malevolent creatures of the night. Eventually they managed to get a hold of blood a potent strain of Vampire blood as well as Lycan blood and dedicated time to combining the curses within a single host via blood magic. After many failures and botched attempts they managed to successfully infect their already cursed bloodline with the strain, creating a hybrid between the two illnesses which mutated and evolved into something much more powerful. Gaining both the perks and flaws of both sicknesses along with added abilities unique to their specific strain which became embedded into the family bloodline which became passed down from generation to generation, making the original 'illness' that infected innocents around the world into a valuable asset that allowed the Valentine Family used to their advantage in their hunting of the creatures of the night, including their own kind.

Chapter IV | The Blood Hunters: After the success of the blood ritual the Valentine Family created a new order of hunters that were originally known as 'Prowlers' by the family itself. Learning control over their newfound gifts and utilizing everything they had previous learned and mixing their blood magic, arcane knowledge, and the traits of their enhanced bloodline to fully dedicate their lives to what they came to call 'The Great Hunt'. For centuries the Valentine Family become infamous for their work, gaining skepticism and fear from the general populace who suspected them of Black Magic and dealing with the devil, but due to their contributions to society most turned a blind eye to the Blood Hunters and their work. But as time went on and people began to understand just what their accursed blood was capable of Prowlers then gained a number of nicknames from humans. Blackbloods, Nightstalkers, Darkspawn, and a collection of titles that humans used to dehumanize the Valentine Family and discriminate against them. Despite their work they do eventually humans began to despise and fear them just as much as they did the beast they dedicated themselves to hunting. Most nations ex communicated the Valentine Family and were sentenced to exile and while they happily shouldered the hate it is this sense of fear and mistrust that lead to the downfall of the Valentine Family.

Chapter V | The Valentine Massacre: It is still unclear to this day what led to the Valentine Family Genocide, some suspect that the supernatural creatures they had preyed on for centuries returned to reap vengeance of the family. Others think that The Templar Order had something to do with it, others think the Valentines simply destroyed themselves. Whatever the case my be what followed that tragic day was an act of murder so foul that it left the land scarred and the rivers poisoned red. The Valentines slaughtered like cattle, women crucified, children decapitated, and entire families blood hunter or not dismembered and their heads put on spikes around the countryside they occupied. It was believed that after that day the Prowlers were no more, and seeing as those who did escape were hunted and killed as well left most believing that was the end of the Valentine Family. And they were right...until recently a mysterious young huntress appeared dawning the mark of the Blood Hunter, the last Valentine~