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Once upon a time, long, long ago, at the foothills of the brooding Carpathian Mountains,
loomed a grand, ominous castle, known as the House of Bathory. Its crest bearing the
draconic symbol, incorporated into the Order of the Dragon. Comprised of Knights,
Warlords, Politicians, Judges, Bishops, Cardinals and Kings, the Bathory Clan was
unrivaled in wealth, power and nobility.
The aristocratic lifestyle which they edaciously maintained was undoubtedly the cause of
their quest to keep pure such a magnanimous bloodline. Paramount in importance and
significance, inbreeding ensued as a means to this end.
Unbeknownst to them, their self-righteous beliefs would eventually pave the way for their
fall into decadence, the bloodline forever marred by incest and epilepsy. Much to their
dismay, this new breed of Báthory fell in ranks, producing alcoholics, murderers, sadists,
homosexuals, witches and Satanists, the likes of which the noble Báthory’s had never
known.
Then into this world of aristocratic decadence, a Countess was born.
Elizabeth Báthory, born of the Baron and Baroness, was blessed with a timeless, majestic
beauty that was enviable by all those who cast their gaze upon her. Although the
offspring of cousins, she radiated such resplendence and pageantry that for a time, it was
believed that Elizabeth alone, had the power and ability to turn the tables of their
misfortune and restore the reputation and honor of the family name.
And so, unlike other females of her time, Elizabeth received the best education available
to her and it wasn’t long before everyone realized just how exceptional this child was; for
her intelligence quickly surpassed that of some grown, educated men. She was fluent in
many languages, when most Hungarians could not even spell or write. This did not bode
well for the reigning Prince of Transylvania, Elizabeth’s elder cousin, who was barely
himself literate, to have a mere child demonstrate such accomplished capabilities.
At the tender age of 10, Elizabeth’s father died, leaving behind a grieving wife who hadn’t
the will to oversee the continued education and upbringing of their daughter, and so left
to her own devices, Elizabeth sought a means of education, entertainment and counsel
elsewhere.
Unfortunately, her uncle Gabor, a faithful practitioner of the dark arts and self-proclaimed
Satanist and her aunt Klara, having killed four husbands before becoming Hungary’s most
notorious lesbian, were only too happy to fill the gap left by her dead father and grieving
mother. Acting as guardians of the much beloved Elizabeth, their influence and guise
would turn this revered child into the most promiscuous, vain, narcissistic and sadistic
killer of her time, quite possibly of all time.
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