Sect Infiltrator

This hasn’t been one of your better decades. You had worked so hard to prove yourself True Sabbat, even taking up a Path of Enlightenment under the tutelage of your prestigious Bishop. You really did think you’d finally cast the last shreds of your puling Humanity aside, until… that one night, when you tried to go too far, too fast, and your mind cracked just a little under the strain. You became haunted by wracking daymares, which still persist, combining the loved ones of your mortal life and the crimes of your undead existence in the most gruesome ways possible. Every time you lifted a Vaulderie cup to your lips, it felt as if you were swallowing a witch’s broth of damnation itself. The Very Serious Rethinking these experiences led you to also eventually inspired you to defect to the Anarchs. After all, their methods of ensuring Cainite equality don’t bank on fanaticism and supernaturally forced affection. But it seemed that no sooner had they accepted you into their ranks than they insisted you go back — this time to spy on your former compatriots. Evidently there’s some large-scale espionage operation in place, and your handler assures you that if you perform your part, you’ll be safely extracted and awarded not only full membership but an honest-to-Caine medal. In their excitement over gaining an agent whose obvious Lasombra blood makes her nearly immune to suspicion, however, there’s something they forgot about, and that’s the sheer hell you undergo, submitting yourself again to an unwanted pack Vaulderie, taking part in the bloody Ritae, mouthing the Sermon responses. You’re an excellent liar, it’s true, but your mind and soul are in an awfully fragile state to be attempting this right now. If you can’t find someone to set you back on the road to Humanity, you will inevitably succumb to Wassail soon.

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