“If our death could be indefinitely postponed, we would not go on postponing it, indefinitely…”
– Alan Watts on the Acceptance of Death
Sanguinem Emere is a Gaslight Vamp tale, set in a morbid parody of the Victorian era, where light illuminates, and chases not just the darkness away, but the darkness within the hearts of men too. Where daylight subdues the aspect of humanity that sings and dances and avails itself of pleasure in a way that some hearken to aspects of beastliness. New Babylon is just such a city, and is the apex of this tale, this is where the story runs, this is where time stands still for our illuminated characters – a cast of many, drenched suddenly in darkness, and urged to revel.
By day, New Babylon is every town. But, by night, New Babylon is the heart of the world, writhing and pounding with expression, with wants, needs, desires, that cannot be stumped by inhibition.
The Sanguinem Emere Universe began with a small concept of a new model of vampire. A vampire that incorporates the romantic, and the horrific, the wholly evil (by ordinary human standards), with the arisen, a creature that transcends the laws of humanity, as a beast that is both human, and, consequently, more than just mortality. It was not long before that vision morphed into a truth, that the vampire is terrifying, yes, but, also, deeply hypnotic, mesmeric, intended, as the perfect monster, to be seductive, awe-inspiring, and divine. The vampire is humanity, at its most optimal; able to inspire, to create, to mould and fashion, and devise, in a manner that mortal limitations prevent humanity from achieving.
Sanguinem Emere, itself, refers to an exemption of accountability in the eyes of judgement by the validation of birthright, of blood ties. But it is a double-edged sword. It refers, too, to the accountability of one’s blood. The expectations placed on the shoulders of the gens of New Babylon, by the position of their creation, of their relation to a Gens family, to those created in nobility, with a standard to uphold.
It was after the publication of our first two novels (The Key and Bought in Blood – which we have recently chosen to cease publication of) that we were approached by a third party to join our little duo. M, as he likes to call himself, offered an insight, that was so intensely accurate, to that which we wanted to achieve, that, we could not say no.
Really, we couldn’t.
He knew the ebb and flow of our story like a lover, and, he situated it, offered his voice and his time, and his, often, maddening surreal sight; he filtered our work, bringing it to life.
Without M, this would be just a story.
With him, it is a history, an organism of intent. It is the tale of the Gens, through the truthful spyglass. As cold and calculating as one might expect of a millennia-aged creature of darkness. Yet, more loving than its human counterpart, given centuries to perfectly shape its heart.
Or so we are told. Or so we choose to believe.
We have always believed, though some may say, it was phase-like, and due to a lack of discipline, that the vampire, is not true horror because it drinks blood, or even that it kills. Rather, it is horrific, because it is so achingly human. It has been said, that the human mind, is a terrible thing. If that is so, then, the most truly terrifying, of all monsters, is the human monster, with its capability for reason, and opposing blinding irrationality in the face of the most unruly stimulae. There are reams of poetry, prose, and other art, that hint and sing the lament of this fact, throughout the course of human creation.
Sanguinem Emere is no ordinary writing project. It is the culmination of years of devoted hunger for the truth of the vampiric condition. The condition as detailed by so many other authors, and, as detailed, by so much bleeding of the myth into reality. M has transcribed that desire into some semblance of truth, and, we transcribe the rest. It is the project that will stand past death. If truth be told, it is the project that we want to pierce the veil of an end, and continue on, into the annals of history.
It is the promise of immortality.