It seems so easy. Just a sip, a taste, and you're better than all the rest. You can suck up a bullet wound to the gut. You can knock your enemies through walls with a shove. You can have all the night has to offer without sacrificing your body and soul to it. This deal is too good to be true.
Yeah. That's what Faust said. And now the Damned want their due.
Secret societies, ghoul "games," and clan-specific information on how vampires treat their servitors.
Fiction: Blood is Thicker
A cleaner in New York unwittingly becomes a ghoul.
Introduction: The First Taste
Chapter One: A Clockwork Crimson
Covers the biological, psychological and game rule details of being a ghoul. Includes the article "The Physiology of the Ghoul" by Dr. Douglas Netchurch and an excerpt from "Current Perspectives on the Psychology of the Ghoul" by Nancy Reage, Ph.D.
Chapter Two: Masters and Servants?
Information on the position of ghouls in Kindred society, and how some ghouls manage to survive as independents. The beginning of this chapter mention Lucita and Beckett .
Examples of a few Ghoul secret societies and cults are listed.
The Sanuinaries, a cult run by a mysterious independent Ghoul named "Adam" and a Revenant from the Zantosa family. The operate mainly out of the US but their cult extended to Canada and South America.
The Disciples of Set, a cult with the notion that two former Setite Ghouls are the true prophets of the Dark God Set. The Ministry find this cute and haven't made a decision on whether to bring them further into their coils or gobble them down like other food.
If the objects who serve us feel ecstasy, they are much more concerned with themselves than with us, and our own enjoyment is consequently impaired. The idea of seeing another person experience the same pleasure reduces one to a kind of equality which spoils the unutterable charms the come from despotism.
That special someone. The jack of diamonds. The king of hearts. The grave digger. He who possesses an elixir not unlike that of a paregoric or a soothsayer. One night outa the gutter and into my arms...