Corrupted and Content
He looks like he’s down. Look again, for what falls may rise and the witch always lies.
Sorcerers and magicians think they’re human. Witches don’t suffer the hungers of the undead or the scars of the lost, so the bastards think they’re just like every other hunter. Obviously, they’re wrong. They’ve built towers of Babel and signed their names where only God’s belongs. They gather in filthy cloisters and work gory rites…all in the name of human potential. As if there’s anything human about twisting time to vanish your rivals or crushing minds to fill your purse. The prestos have vast powers and use them to satisfy their basest desires.
Most speak openly of the pursuit of knowledge, of their holy quest to unlock the secrets of the cosmos and all that lies beyond. But they pry secrets from the mouths of rivals with pliers, study for years under honored masters and then stab them in the back. Vampires hunt out of hunger; witches stalk each other for power. And the bastards are proud of it.