It feels so wrong. It feels so right. They come back each night, craving for more. And I give it to them. Every time.
Something dead approaches. It is not dangerous because of its strength. And it is inhumanly strong. It is not dangerous because it is fast. And it is faster than anything you have seen before. No. It is dangerous, because it seems more beautiful than everything you could even dream of. You want something, and they will give it to you, until you have nothing left to give to them. Nothing but yourself.
See the artist. His talent is unparalleled, and the upper class in the city is clamouring to be painted by him. The pallor that results from these paintings seems so desirable that it becomes the new standard of beauty. His own ego surpasses that of his models.
See the city beauty. Every night she meets a different boy or girl. In her wake, one finds a hundred broken hearts, but she doesn’t care. The next night she chooses a new king and the last one is already forgotten.
See the priestess. Every night she walks the streets and cares for the poorest of the poor. She says everything they need to hear so that they follow her to her temple. Who cares if they return to the streets the next day?
See the diplomat. His smile makes everyone forget the atrocities committed in his name. He seems like a good match, and he never lacks young women who will serve him. No one minds if he leaves broken toys behind.
See the hawker. He is all charm and confidence. His ability to sell anything that is desired provides him with a steady stream of customers. No one knows what payment he demands for these favours.
You want to be us
We move so fast; we blur to mortal eyes, becoming a moving shadow, a whirlwind in the desert. And while we do so, we can break your neck with one movement. But above all else, we look great while we do this. Even covered in blood, our sheer majesty calls you to stand still in mindless awe.
You should fear us
We offer anything you want to have. And then, we do the most evil thing. We actually give it to you. You want to become the beauty of the ball next week? Don’t worry. We’ll make it happen. Want to be laid by the daughter of the mayor? She’ll be in your bed soon. You just should never forget that the price for getting what you want is getting what you once wanted. And nothing feels as bad as this.
What haunts us
Vecna’s Blood has strange manifestations. Since we are bound to mortals much closer and faster than other Clans, we get attached to them whenever we feed from them. Some of us appreciate the close, intense bond that manifests itself in that way, but others fear the emotional vulnerability. Others call this The Wanton Curse.
How we live
We stay close to the mortals, entwining our lives with theirs. Most of us prefer a home that is luxurious and features expensive and delicate furniture. But that doesn’t mean that all of us live that way. Some of our little family, for unknown reasons, prefer ancient and sometimes rundown havens.
The way we are
Daeva comes in many types and varieties, but there are some commonalities that are reflected in the Path of the Daeva.
They are obsessed with physical or social perfection. It is rare that one of these two categories is the weakest. Most Daeva are elegant, skilful beings who prefer a precise approach. Dexterity or Manipulation are attributes that are strong in the Daeva, but other physical and social attributes are also important.
Daeva in Storypath Vampire
A Daeva who has a more physical approach will prefer Aim, Athletics, Close Combat, and Integrity in their training, while a social Daeva will probably prefer skills like Command, Empathy, Humanities, and Persuasion.
For Edges, the Blood of the Daeva manifests itself in these preferred Edges: Kiss of the Succubus (1), Touchstone (1 - 5), Linage (1), Maker (1 - 3), Empath (2), Inspiring (3)