The House of Black was born of shadow. Old, pure, unforgiving. Their bloodline was their pride, their name their inheritance. All who bear it carry the darkness within. A reputation for brilliance and cruelty. Its name is a measure of greatness. There was more than just blood in their veins. There was history, pride, and a curse. The Blacks didn't whisper power. They breathed it. They wore no crowns, but ruled through darkness.