Oh-ho-ho my little bat-winged bibliophiles, buckle those corsets and double-knot those velvet cloaks, because tonight’s tea is brewed in blood, betrayal, and one very ticked-off vampire who said “thanks, I hate immortality,” and then proceeded to burn every vampire hierarchy to ash with the sheer force of his rage.
Let me introduce you to the myth, the menace, the monster-slayer himself…
☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents: Storytime
Alice Spills the Tea on: The Crimson Curse of Kael Dravyn
Oh yes, Kael Dravyn. Once a mortal man—a scholar, a warrior, a smoldering, broody specimen of humanity with a jawline carved by the gods and eyes like a brewing storm. The kind of man you’d write poetry about... or maybe chain up in your crypt. Ahem. Now don't go getting any crazy ideas - that was a joke!
He had a quiet life, full of books, swords, and a very strong dislike of being told what to do.
Until one night—because of course it’s always one night—he crossed paths with a vampire who had a twisted sense of humor and zero respect for consent. This little fang-wielding nuisance turned Kael on a whim. Just for fun. Just to see what would happen.
Spoiler: he unleashed the apocalypse.
Because Kael did not take well to being undead. He didn’t join a coven. He didn’t glamor mortals and sip blood by moonlight. Oh no, no, no. Kael snapped. He turned that burning, boiling rage inward, then outward, then every-which- way - ward.
First, he hunted the vampire that made him. Turned her to dust so fast she didn't even get to monologue. Then? He started hunting all of them.
Every. Last. One.
Coven after coven. Castle after castle. Vampires centuries older than him fled in terror. He earned a nickname whispered with shivering reverence in vampire circles: The Crimson Curse.
Not because of what he did—oh no. Because of what he was. A being twisted by blood-magic and fury, too far gone to return to his humanity, too clever to fall into the vampire hierarchy, and too powerful to be stopped.
But wait—there’s more!
Somewhere along the way, Kael started gathering DayWalkers. You know, the ones who can strut around in daylight and still drink your soul through a bendy straw. Oh, they won't - but they could! No one knows how he did it—rumors swirl of blood pacts, enchanted relics, or bargains with shadow gods. But one thing is clear:
He forged a secret alliance. A rogue army. A vampire rebellion that doesn’t sparkle, doesn’t swoon, and doesn’t play nice.
They say he teaches DayWalkers how to weaponize their curse. How to be the perfect predator. And Kael? He leads them from the shadows like a ghost soaked in blood and fury.
They say he’s gone scorched earth—burning vampire libraries, collapsing cathedrals, and unraveling bloodlines like string from an old coat. He doesn’t just kill vampires… he erases their history.
And me? Oh sugar, Alice has her ear to the crypt floor. I’ve read the red-inked whispers in forbidden tomes. I’ve seen entire vampire covens go dark overnight, their castles left in ruins, scorched with sigils only Kael would dare to carve.
He’s out there.
And he’s not done.
So light your protection candles, toss a silver dagger under your pillow, and maybe... rethink that garden vampire statue you thought was cute.
Because if the Crimson Curse is coming?
Even the monsters should be afraid.
Immortality yours,
- Alice, Queen of Ink & Lore
Still sipping tea, still surviving because honey - Vampires have nothing on me.
Tell me, darling... did your gothy little heart just quiver? Because mine sure did. Keep the nightlight on. Kael might be watching. And if he ever shows up at your door - for the love of all the God's, don't invite him in!
P.S.
Oh, and just so you know—allegedly—he’s even more handsome now than he was before. I know, rude, right? If you’re picturing some gnarly Nosferatu nightmare, think again. Not even a hint of monstrosity, my darling. He walks through the shadows like a dark brooding prince carved from moonlight and vengeance. It’s the kind of beauty that’s lethal.
Frankly? That’s what makes him even more dangerous.
Just like us DayWalkers.
-Alice
