Not names on a ledger. Presence. Wound. Doctrine given teeth.
A being of paradox. Genderless, ageless, and ever-changing, Vykos's body is a theological statement. They crafted Sabbat doctrine in crimson and bone, leading crusades and inquisitions with a smile and scalpel. They are both saint and symptom.
Visionary of the Dream. Where others saw empires, the Dracon saw harmony. Their dream of Constantinople failed—but their memory lingers as proof that Tzimisce once had more than teeth and terror.
The great traitor. He knew our deepest secrets and offered them to usurpers. The blood mages still speak his name with reverence. We speak it with venom.
His kills are not accidents. They are curated performances. Andrei believes horror is a form of communication—his tongue is a blade.