We as kindred are so quick to forget our legacy; the ancient founders whose strength and vision gave birth to us all and whose names we bear as part of our identity. Maybe to do so is an inherent flaw of ours; a reminder of our humanity or a vestige of what ties us back to what we once were. Both humans and kindred are so quick to abandon their faith during prosperous times, and embrace it when our livelihoods are in jeopardy. But not us. We will never forget.

In these trying times it is no surprise that like our human counterparts, we once more turn to the guidance of the elders who came before us. Older than the mortal faiths, the wisdom and experience of countless centuries rest in these deific beings, these living gods that once walked among us. It is them who we seek to emulate. It is them that we strive to embody. Like the Christians and their Christ, we seek to embody the best and greatest aspects of our forerunners, and their forerunners before them.

Ours is the legacy of ancient blood, blood that ruled entire kingdoms and guided fledgling nations to glory. We are the caretakers of that history, entrusted to the living memories of the likes of Menele, Helena, Mithras, Montano, and more. We seek the ancient wisdom of these living Gods so that we may weather the onslaught of the Second Inquisition.

Rejoice, brothers and sisters, the blood of Gods and Kings flows within you. We are the shining light through the longest night. Through our guidance, a new era will be born.

On the eve of the Day of the Dead, restless memories of forgotten deeds stirred the Midnight Congregation to action. Some whisper it was the guiding hands of the Methuselahs themselves that coaxed the Congregation onto their path. Some say it was the guidance of younger generations of the Bahari or the Church of Caine. Others say that Mithras’s spirit had visited that night in the body of a young Ventrue woman to oversee the deeds of the collected Kindred church. None may ever know the truth of the matter.

The Kindred that came together in San Antonio were far from alone that night. Lost and stolen artifacts of Kindred past were found, bringing with them the spirits of long dead ages, and memories of greater times. The faithful few of the Congregation tasked themselves with tending the Prince’s ofrenda, and made it into something worthy of the Methuselahs, and perhaps worthy of the Antediluvians themselves.

For those that held firm to their faith in their ancestors, there was a moment of calm and tranquility as the darkest hours of night spread over the Alamo city. Despite the chaos of the evening, FIRSTLIGHT and the Second Inquisition, there was an assurance that the Kindred way of life would continue. And so, the vigil continues, but the Midnight Congregation does not carry this burden alone.