Barachas's Voice Deepened, the Chains Around Him Groaning:
"There are many worlds in the Starryverse, Alatar. Most rise, fracture, and fall, but a rare few ascend beyond the boundaries of mortal design. These are the Prime Worlds—planets whose very being becomes a perfection of concept, a living throne of a single truth. And among them… few command the reverence—or the dread—that Sanguitharion, the World of Blood, inspires."
The air in the sanctum thickened, warm and metallic, as though the stone itself exhaled iron.
Barachas:
"In Sanguitharion, the seas are crimson tides, vast oceans of living vitae that lap against shores of hardened, clotting stone. The rivers that carve the valleys are not water but arterial streams, pulsing with their own currents, flowing in rhythm with the planet's immense heart-core. The mountains are frozen geysers of pressurized plasma, sharpened into spires that glow faintly with a dark inner luminescence. Every structure upon that world is not built—it is bled into form. Cities rise as great crimson towers, the Crimson Spires, each one a citadel of life-force solidified into architecture. Windows pulse faintly with circulatory light; bridges throb with quiet rhythm, veins the size of streets running beneath. The very world lives, Alatar. And those who call it home live in symphony with its pulse."
Alatar, listening, felt the faint phantom sensation of a heartbeat echoing in his ears, his own veins stirring uneasily as if responding to an alien rhythm.
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The Sangui
Barachas's tone shifted, reverent yet wary:
"They call themselves the Sangui. To meet one is to stand before the lords of blood. They are no savage beasts, no crude revelers in gore. No—they are aristocrats of the absolute, masters of the Sanguine principle, which they see as the prime script of existence.
To the Sangui, blood is text, song, and weapon. A single drop can be read as a tome: its resonance tells of ancestry, hidden sickness, the battles a warrior fought, even the lies they told. Scholars among them—known as Hemographers—can unfurl an entire lineage from the smear of a single vein.
But their artistry does not stop with knowledge. A Sangui's battle is not a mere slaughter—it is a performance. Warriors duel as conductors of symphonies, wielding blood as both score and instrument. They can draw forth their own vitae and shape it into crystalline weapons sharper than diamond, or weave it into hardened armor that clings like a second skin. A Sangui lord can reach into the enemy's veins, boiling them alive with a gesture, or force their blood to harden, turning an opponent's body into their own coffin.
Their cities are marvels—living architecture grown from blood itself, controlled and sculpted by rituals of will and resonance. The Crimson Spires tower like choirs frozen mid-song, each one alive, singing softly with the resonance of the veins that run through them. Walk through their halls and you will hear the subtle percussion of heartbeats in the walls. To them, this is not grotesque—it is divine. They believe themselves custodians of the First Pulse, the primordial rhythm that echoed in the Starryverse before even light was spoken into being."
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Nobility
"The Sangui are bound by caste, but not of wealth or war—of blood purity. The highest houses claim unbroken lines back to the First Pulse itself, their vitae said to beat in harmony with Sanguitharion's own planetary heart. These aristocrats are near-gods in stature, capable of draining entire battalions with a whispered hymn.
Below them dwell the Chambered, the artisans, scholars, and warriors who perfect the arts of blood manipulation. A Chambered Sangui is not lowly—they are composers in a vast, terrible orchestra, their role essential, their worth measured in the beauty and precision of their control.
At the lowest rungs are the Hollowed. These are Sangui born with thin or weakened blood, unable to shape or read it with mastery. They serve as attendants, scribes, and often vessels for rituals of higher houses. Even so, their society does not despise them—each Hollowed is still Sangui, still part of the eternal rhythm, though theirs is but a background note."
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Philosophy
"To speak to a Sangui is to be reminded that your veins are not your own. They will study the rhythm of your pulse, the color beneath your skin, and in it they will see your truth. To them, blood is not metaphor—it is reality itself. A Sangui poet once said:
'Stone erodes, fire fades, stars collapse. But blood remembers. Blood sings. Blood is eternal.'
They are feared, yes, for the horrors they can summon in battle, but also respected. For no people in the Starryverse have ever woven life and art so seamlessly into one dominion."
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Alatar stood silent, the weight of Barachas's words flowing through him. His own blood seemed heavier, louder in his ears. The thought that entire civilizations lived, built, and sang with such mastery of the very essence that now pulsed through his veins unsettled him—and yet, for the first time, he felt curiosity instead of dread.
Alatar (softly, to himself):
"Blood remembers… then what does mine hold?"
Barachas's chained form shifted faintly, his withered eyes glimmering with distant knowing.
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Barachas: The Heirachy of Sanguitharion is as follows-:
Hierarchy of Sanguitharion
1. The Sovereign Sangui
The Crowned Sangui (Truebloods):
The apex of the hierarchy, the oldest and purest Sangui whose vitae shapes worlds. They are philosopher-kings, artists of existence, and absolute masters of the Sanguine. Each Crowned Sangui is a living myth, capable of bending armies, seas, and even planetary veins of blood with a gesture. They sit upon the Thrones of Hematurgy, governing with artistry and terror.
Their word is law.
Their will shapes reality.
Even the Chambered bow in reverence.
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2. The Chambered Sangui (The Nobility of Blood)
Called "Chambered" because their bloodlines are stored, recorded, and sanctified in the Chambers of Vitae, massive archives of crystallized bloodlines where lineage and purity are tracked like scripture.
They are the aristocracy of Sanguitharion, with roles as rulers of Crimson Spires, commanders of armies, and scholars of hemomancy.
Many Chambered serve as mentors to the Vampyric Clans, ensuring their vassals maintain elegance and proper reverence.
Their blood is second only to the Crowned—potent enough to dominate any servitor with a single drop.
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3. The Hollowed Sangui (The Common Blooded)
The largest caste of Sangui society—civilians, artisans, lesser hemomancers, and keepers of the daily rhythm of Sanguitharion.
Called "Hollowed" not because they are empty, but because their blood purity, though still higher than any servitor race, is not potent enough to shape armies or construct spires. Instead, their role is to sustain society, serving as scribes, artists, ritualists, and engineers of living blood-architecture.
Even a Hollowed Sangui is a being of awe to outsiders:
A single Hollowed can still weave shields from their own vitae.
They can halt a mortal's heart with a whispered command.
Their blood carries a resonance that commands respect from Vampyric lords and terrifies Nocturne addicts.
They live as citizens with dignity, standing far above the servitors in purity and recognition.
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4. The Servitor Races of Blood
The Vampyric Clans (Noble Vassals)
Feudal vassals of the Sangui, regal and immortal curators of mortality.
Respected for their refinement, but forever subordinate echoes of their masters.
Govern Thrallborn populations, lead Gheists and Carneous legions, and act as intermediaries between Sangui nobility and the wider empire.
They rule, but only under the Sangui's eternal gaze.
The Nocturne (Shadowed Addicts)
Predatory assassins, enslaved by their addiction to Sangui blood.
Elite shock troops and hunters—uncontrollable without their "nectar."
Feared but despised, their strength is seen as brutish compared to the artistry of the Sangui and the poise of Vampires.
The Gheists (Blood-Bound Spirits)
Psychic entities bound by Sangui sigils and blood rites.
Serve as spies, messengers, and infiltrators—never free, always tethered.
Their obedience depends on the vitality chains written into their essence.
The Carneous (Living Constructs)
Mindless hemogolems, created from coagulated blood and bone.
Used as siege engines, laborers, and expendable armies.
Their existence is a reminder of Sangui's artistry: even tools of war are composed as symphonies.
The Thrallborn (Willing Servants)
Modified sub-species of humanity bred for loyalty.
The massive backbone of the empire: soldiers, administrators, scribes.
They revere both Vampires and Sangui as divine, and serve them with unquestioning devotion.
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Extra Information.
Summary of Rank and Blood Purity
1. Crowned Sangui (Truebloods) – Absolute sovereigns, near-divine.
2. Chambered Sangui – The noble aristocracy, rulers and generals.
3. Hollowed Sangui – The common caste of pureblooded Sangui; artisans, ritualists, civilians.
4. Vampyric Clans – Noble vassals, proud but forever lesser.
5. Nocturne – Feared shock troops, chained by addiction.
6. Gheists – Bound spirits, enslaved through blood rites.
7. Carneous – Mindless living constructs.
8. Thrallborn – Mortal foundation of empire, loyal to the core.
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In Sanguitharion, even the lowest Hollowed Sangui commands greater reverence than the proudest Vampire Lord. The blood itself makes the order unquestionable—purity dictates hierarchy, and no servitor can rise beyond the cadence of their vitae.