Blood Stealer CultPlanet B1004. That is the name by which the galaxy knows this world. Literally a no name ball of dirt, with small oceans, mostly filled with uneven hill sides and thick forests, where the local rivers run like veins. The imperium knows it as a feudal world which pay its tithes, albeit with some difficulty, and even when they do, their resources are found lacking. A useless world, allowed to live only by the grace of the God Emperor.The people of the world call it Nocterwächt.The people mostly live quiet lives, tending to their crop, their farms and livestock, while a few brave souls strike out to trade between villages. The nobility is unorganized to say the least, but they get along. Barons and Lords meet on many occasions in neighboring estates for grand galas, or at least, grand by the definition of this world, where they mingle and talk amongst themselves. Were pleasantries are exchanged almost as much as backroom deals, coin, and substances.In these circles, you more or less know everyone who attends these galas. Yet none are more well known than Lady Sophia, of the Southeast Mountains. She is quiet, almost blending into the background, if not for those eyes and smile. So soft, warm, almost inviting. It's intimidating to approach her, yes. When seeing her from afar, you might feel a tightening sensation in your chest. A trembling in your legs. As she swirls her glass of red wine absentmindedly, and no doubt dreaming of the food her household is so infamous for, a primal fear may overtake you. Like a rabbit staring at a wolf slowly consuming its kill.But all of that melts away, once you approach her, and she smiles at you. Men and women alike have spoken about how talking with her is soothing beyond any aphrodisiac. How her quiet voice sends shivers down their spine, so slow, soft, mesmerizing. Enchanting almost, some would even say.Despite her talking to many, nobody can truly claim to know her. Some have met with her on outings, some even courted her even. But details are...hard to recall.Everyone knows of her father. Well, in passing, that is. The reclusive lord is seldom known to leave his manor, which he claim decades ago, if not centuries. No one knows how old he is, but it is a testament to the family's wealth that he has managed to get so many rejuvenating treatments, a rarity amongst the nobles of this world. Yet it is strange how nobody has ever seen him take off world...Probably the percs of having one of your daughters be an inquisitor. Or well, an apprentice she was, before she was adopted by the Master of the Manor. So taken was she by him when she visited the planet, on some sort of wild goose chase the inquisition is so well known on going, that she wished to become part of his family. Ever since, some of her ex-colleagues have come to see her. Some very angry. Most only need a conversation with Sophia to leave though. But some are...more persistent. Chasing after the Lord and his Barony relentlessly. But, they must be satisfied at some point. Cause they are never seen again.The nobles cannot understand why their peasants are so afraid of the Barony. They speak of mindless hordes of thralls, men of pale skin and smiles too wide, too sincere when they describe consuming the flesh of the living and harvesting their blood. Hulking behemoths, conniving highway men, and too many armed monsters with too many teeth lurking in the shadows, moving between trees at blurring speeds that none but the Emperor's Angels should be able to move. Launching from their hiding space to consume your blood, before they take you, and you disappear into the night.Baseless rumors and superstitions. Sophia herself said so.Their domain is known for its mutations yes, but nothing vile or inhuman about it. And their people do possess a grim sense of humor, but who doesn't in this world. Her brother is a prime example. Master Gin is an unpleasant, but brilliant young man, who looks far older than he is. The stress from running a multi-planetary business, no doubt.The GSC, or rather, Gin's Stellar Crust, boomed in popularity quickly, for both its taste and affordability. You would not know it from looking at him, but the young lord is apparently a pretty good Sheff, utilizing an old instruction book to make a delicacy called 'Pi-zza'. Using a homemade recipe to create one of the most delicious foods on this side of the galaxy, a favorite amongst workers apparently, delivered by truck, or bike, right to them.So what if they are rumored to use some rare herbs that are found on their mountain side, said to quiet the minds of men, make them simple? What if your skin might turn a little paler if you eat it? What if you find the Lady a little more attractive, a little more alluring, to the point you can hear her voice at night, when alone in your room, or even in your dreams, once you consume this nectar in solid form.Coincidences. Here say. Superstitions.Don't get focused on the blabbering's of the uneducated mashes, warning you against it. Focus on the Crust. Focus on the Sauce. That delicious, delicious sauce.All is quiet on planet B1004.  All is quiet on this side of the galaxy.There is nothing suspicious here.  Nothing to worry about.Just eat.Eat.**Eat**