🖤 Thou Art Invited… 🖤

To an Unholy Conclave of the Undead.

When the moon climbs high and shadows stretch long, a gathering most dreadful shall take place in the deepest, most forsaken of places. You, mortal or immortal, are hereby beckoned to join the Blood Rave, where Nosferatu and creatures of the dark shall revel in their most wicked of ways.

Fret not for the life you once knew. Tonight, we shall feast upon the sweet, crimson nectar of life, and dance 'til the end of time itself.

Bring with thee a dish and libations to share, that our feast may be as bountiful as it is blasphemous. A roasted pig shall be laid upon the altar of hunger, its flesh perfumed with fire, awaiting our teeth and knives.

Thou must arrive in a disguise of thee’s desire. Fangs are a mark of distinction. Shall thee require a companion, extend thine invitation to fellow dark souls.

Heed this warning, should ye dare accept: Once the threshold is crossed, there is no turning back. Let the blood flow freely, the music pulse through thine undead veins, and the night consume thee whole.