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In the early 15th century, with so many advancements and achievements being noted in the history books one lord wanted to assure his families legacy. His pursuits drove him mad and but in his old age, he finally discovered the secrets to eternal life and created an elixir with the help of a pact with the devil. On his deathbed, the old man tricked his two sons into drinking the elixir and forever cementing his families legacy. That night both brothers were visited in their dreams by a shadowy figure, though neither could make out its face the honeyed voice was crystal clear and told them of their newly gained immortality. It explained that by drinking the elixir they had become immortal, impervious to age or harm, they could share this gift by sharing the elixir, and finally that if they ever tired of their immortality they only had to find a fellow immortal; all this immortal had to do was place their right hand on the other's forehead and think the words "I want to eat.", the other immortal would be killed, absorbed into the other's body. Though neither brother believed their dreams it became clear in the following days that the shadowy figure had spoken the truth. Excited by the blessing their father had bestowed the boys were eager to share his gift with four other friends. Though the first century passed pleasantly, the group of six enjoying the freedoms immortality brought, it was the second where cracks began to appear. βββββββββββββ
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The second son began to realize what it meant to be immortal, the prospect of eternity on earth no longer an appealing one. The first son, however, wanted to bless people with what he saw as a gift. Caught in the middle friends chose sides and arguments began to spiral into a constant battle between the brothers. As the eldest worked on recreating their father's elixir the youngest only strengthened his resolve to stop him. As things between the two got worse two legacies were established, rival mafia families in a constant battle with one another. The Rossi led by the eldest and The Lagorio headed by the youngest, a legacy of blood and war.
Centuries later both families have set up shop in New York bringing a new wave of war to the city and a family feud so old that only those few immortals remember what started it all.









