It is the time of the Prophecy. A demon prince walks mortal ground once more and has taken the form of one of the Elder kindred; the only kindred in known history to have defeated him. He has taken over the city, wrest the power from the Prince and the court, and sits upon his throne in the city like a fat spider who only moves to Hunt his prey.
The "good guys" are losing. Shifters, Hunters and what few Kindred stay near the city outskirts are working together to bring him down. But what will be the cost to this purge? Who else will die before this is over? Just how long can mortal enemies work together without old hatreds taking over?
Welcome to Drowning in Vitae.
Welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada.
I hope you survive long enough to give the city some glimmer of hope.