By the Seventeenth Century, the kings and queens of the Germanic Kingdoms had long surrendered to Novoselic, forming a strong, united land that spanned from France to Scythia in its breadth. Even so, its various provinces remained, governing matters on a scale that the Kings of North and South could not. Styria, one of these provinces, was home to the noble house Karnstein.

Mircalla, Countess of Karnstein, first of her name, the daughter of Lady Hulda Karnstein, was but a young woman of seventeen when the House of Karnstein fell. It was not a violent fall, but a bankruptcy. One last ball was demanded by Lady Hulda, Mircalla's ailing mother, and Hulda's new mysterious husband. This ball would be the doom of all Karnstein nobles, their retainers and servants. Many fell ill on the fourth hour of the celebration. Many died by the fifth. Young Mircalla remained in her bed, never one for the excitement of social events. It was in her bed that Hulda's lover, Mircea Dracul, found her. It was in her bed that she felt a dagger in her chest, sizzling white-hot, like the fangs raking at her jugular. It felt like a violation, a betrayal of her promise to her betrothed, the young Lord Vordenberg. It was in her bed that Mircalla Karnstein was reborn, not from Mircea's vampyric kiss, but from her desperation, and the energies of Irkalla that hung in Styria's air.

Mircalla was a new kind of Vampyre, not the Mircean 'Blood-Glut', but a wholly unique creature, a 'Passion-Eater'.

Over the remainder of 1698, well into 1700, Mircalla slaked her thirst, for both blood and love, with the young women of Styria's noble class. These girls would die to a strange Consumption over the course of weeks, enfeebled not long after meeting a strange new friend. Mircalla, often taking aliases, would befriend these women and feed on their love. This pestilence of love took just under a hundred before Mircalla was stopped by a Moravian nobleman, the same Lord Vordenberg who had been set to wed her.