By Michael Thomas (thomasm@crl7.crl.aecl.ca) (9, May 1996)
When Nephthys was destroyed it was not quickly; angered by Isis's war against him Set hunted down his sister and tortured her until Final Death. Along with this torture her blood was milked from her body and kept in an enormous pool for Set's continued pleasure. Nephthys's final words to her ancient husband were of her return. Later the ancient temple was captured by Horus who, not knowing of the true past of the blood sold it to pay off the services of unwanted allies. These vampires carried off their booty and have used it as currency and payment for two thousand years.
The children of Ahmet remained in Egypt for some years before following on the trail of the Silent Striders whom they had been aiding in the war. As the Garou sundered there war parties so to were sundered the Children of Ahmet. They next time they met in any numbers was in Spain to join forces with the newly created Sabbat. Several generations later and two thousand years since Ahmet, a young Gangrel of this line was captured by a Setite, forced into blood bond and became the vessel of many a night drink.
Llewellyn, a Ventrue prince haunted by the Tremere was forced to keep to the promise of a vial of his potent vitae to the successor of his Blood Hunt. Not wanting such a powerful tool to fall into the hands of the Tremere he instead gave over a more ancient blood one that he thought to have turned quite poisonous over the centuries.
A Setite drank fully of this blood and the line of Ahmet, two ancient lines that wanted desperately the chance to cleanse the line of Set. Darkness seeped into his blood, mutating his serpentis with the powerful blood of the Gangrel. Birthing the Anenti.
The Gangrel know the Jackals have dark purposes, but believe that they may be used against the Setite's if properly cultivated. As far as the Silent Striders are concerned the Jackals will either fight the Snakes or they shall be extinguished. Most of the others would prefer that they just disappeared.
Gangrel, Sabbat, Setites: We follow in their footsteps, skirting the edges of their packs, whispering to them, snapping at their scraps.
Brujah and Ravnos: Lure them into the dark and eat forever.
Giovanni: Admire and learn for when the time comes they shall be as the Cappadocians and we as them.
Malkavian: The whispers they hear are not ours; desire not their masters; eat eagerly their souls.
Toreador: Whisper, Lure, shadow their every step. They are for the taking.
Nosferatu: They are scavengers on the fringes as are we; we are as one but of different forms.
Ventrue: Whisper, lure, feast!
Tremere: Whisper, lure, sell their souls to the Setites.