Over time, we became less human and more... divine.

I have many thoughts about vampire baths, and they all stem from the fact that I’ve always interpreted the flooded area of the Razielim clan territory as a marble bathhouse, used prior to the genocide as a place to socialize, cavort, and otherwise relax while being oiled, scrubbed, fed, and serviced. Presumably, public bathhouses were common throughout the empire and there were several others even within Raziel’s territory, but no other in all of Nosgoth was quite so spacious and regal.

On the days when the oil would be completely replaced, typically in welcome after bloody campaigns along the border, only the top ranking generals and their lovers were to use the baths while the rest of the army celebrated in smaller bathhouses or the parade grounds.

The cavernous moonlit atrium, often a crowded, warm, and boisterous place, would feel spacious and soothingly cool during these times, echoing only soft shuddering gasps and the gentle rippling of oil against marble. The slick bathers and perilously slippery marble floors would gleam like glass in the reflected light of the moon.

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I'm alive. Doing another one of those projects that I'm fairly certain will eat up a whole month or more. I did 12 different drafts for this idea and went with the horniest one.