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The Grand Sanguine Ball was an event everyone looked forward to every year, except for the mortals who wound up filling out the buffets and goblets. Every vampire from every corner of the land came to this night of endless festivities, ready to drown themselves in food, drink, dance and carnal pleasure. Blood and music would flow and fill the halls of the massive estate, and the fun wouldn't stop til the vile sun arose once more. However, this year would be a bit different, as the festivities were cut a bit short this time around. An army of slayers descended upon the estate, seeking to end the party that consumed so many mortals and finish off the vampire horde that danced upon their graves. The attack came without warning, and the drunk guests stood no chance against the furious legion. Every being in the mansion was slaughtered, torn to pieces and ground to a bloody pulp. By the time the slayers were done, the estate was now awash with the blood and guts of the entire party, their own viscera joining the bloody buffet. The army left this battlefield as victors, sure that they had ended the threat for good. However, vampire blood is not so easily slain, even if their body has long been ground to beef. The remains of the countless guests soaked the entire mansion, seeping into the floors, furniture and very air. But what arose from this carnage were not restless spirits seeking revenge, but the last memories of the party goers, still lost in the many pleasures and wonders the disrupted ball had provided. The lights have turned back on in this bloody mansion, and the music has risen to a fevered pitch once more, but what dances and drinks the endless night away is now the very estate itself.

One of the few things remaining after the entire party had been reduced to blood and gore were the maggots, born and raised upon the countless drained corpses. When the ball was interrupted and destroyed, these pale grubs feasted upon the blood and abandoned food, growing swollen on vampiric essence. When the party started up once more, but with dancing soaked furniture and living blood splattered lamps, the maggots were cobbled together with their rotted feast to become the butlers that served the ravenous party goers. Suits swollen with writhing maggots and decomposing meat, now slithering through the mansion and flooded dance floors, serving trays of long expired food and goblets of blood wine that had long spoiled. Yet, no one minds it a bit, as they are lost forever in this endless dance, partying in a night that defies the very sun and sky.

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Part of an old dumb concept I once had, but didn't go too far with. The first of the month probably called for something a bit more grand, but I have a headache.

Description

The Grand Sanguine Ball was an event everyone looked forward to every year, except for the mortals who wound up filling out the buffets and goblets. Every vampire from every corner of the land came to this night of endless festivities, ready to drown themselves in food, drink, dance and carnal pleasure. Blood and music would flow and fill the halls of the massive estate, and the fun wouldn't stop til the vile sun arose once more. However, this year would be a bit different, as the festivities were cut a bit short this time around. An army of slayers descended upon the estate, seeking to end the party that consumed so many mortals and finish off the vampire horde that danced upon their graves. The attack came without warning, and the drunk guests stood no chance against the furious legion. Every being in the mansion was slaughtered, torn to pieces and ground to a bloody pulp. By the time the slayers were done, the estate was now awash with the blood and guts of the entire party, their own viscera joining the bloody buffet. The army left this battlefield as victors, sure that they had ended the threat for good. However, vampire blood is not so easily slain, even if their body has long been ground to beef. The remains of the countless guests soaked the entire mansion, seeping into the floors, furniture and very air. But what arose from this carnage were not restless spirits seeking revenge, but the last memories of the party goers, still lost in the many pleasures and wonders the disrupted ball had provided. The lights have turned back on in this bloody mansion, and the music has risen to a fevered pitch once more, but what dances and drinks the endless night away is now the very estate itself.

One of the few things remaining after the entire party had been reduced to blood and gore were the maggots, born and raised upon the countless drained corpses. When the ball was interrupted and destroyed, these pale grubs feasted upon the blood and abandoned food, growing swollen on vampiric essence. When the party started up once more, but with dancing soaked furniture and living blood splattered lamps, the maggots were cobbled together with their rotted feast to become the butlers that served the ravenous party goers. Suits swollen with writhing maggots and decomposing meat, now slithering through the mansion and flooded dance floors, serving trays of long expired food and goblets of blood wine that had long spoiled. Yet, no one minds it a bit, as they are lost forever in this endless dance, partying in a night that defies the very sun and sky.

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Part of an old dumb concept I once had, but didn't go too far with. The first of the month probably called for something a bit more grand, but I have a headache.