Vanity Bleeder

Oh the sorrow of Heretic House! The creaking bones still sip the Bacchus blood that once did fill these halls. Slick with ichor and desire, the dire hostess, The Golden Masked Miraculous, sits alone atop the ruins of her father's cult. All heirs have been murdered: any drop of blood in the vein, and the sickly bell will whine again. But who has decided the fate of the heirs? And can those who ent…