Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone,
That could not do me ill;
And yet I feared him all the more,
for lying there so still;
There was a humanity in his look,
That murder could not kill!
The year is 1894 and Gehenna seems to be just around the corner. Whatever alterations have taken to history’s course, this much we know for certain; An unforeseen gathering of doubly damned childer, fangs still wet with sin among sinners, may be the only barrier between the world and the end of times. These childer will find their threads intertwined with some of the greatest figures of the many histories; kindred, kine, and other, as they travel near and far to unlock the mysterious words of the malkavian prophet, Benjamin Malthus.