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Dearg Due: Red Hunger, White Throat

Long ago in the mist-veiled lands of southeastern Ireland, near Waterford, lived a maiden of extraordinary beauty and gentle spirit. Her skin was said to be as pale as spring snow, her lips red as sunset-lit rubies, and her heart full of kindness. Bards sang of her grace, and suitors traveled from distant counties to seek her hand. Yet her heart belonged to a humble peasant boy, and she dreamed only of a life filled with love, not riches. Her father, however, was a man of greed. Ignoring her pleas, he sold her into marriage to a wealthy but cruel chieftain—an older man who paid a handsome bride price. The marriage was a prison. The chieftain abused her for his own twisted amusement, delighting in the sight of blood on her pale skin. Locked away in a tower, she pined for her lost love, hoping he might rescue her. But he never came. Her hope faded, and in despair, she began to hide the small morsels of food given to her, slowly starving herself until death claimed her. The villagers, aware of her tragic fate, knew the old ways: her body should be buried beneath a cairn of stones to prevent unrest. But out of pity, they buried her in a simple grave beneath a tree now known as Strongbow’s Tree. That pity proved fatal. On a storm-lashed night, the earth split and from it rose not the gentle maiden, but a vengeful spirit—Dearg-Due, the Red Thirst. She returned first to her father’s home, where he, horrified yet compelled by blood ties, let her in. That act of invitation sealed his doom. She drained the breath from his lungs, leaving him lifeless. Then she found her drunken husband stumbling from a tavern. She took not only his breath but his blood, feeding on it until her strength was renewed. Thus began her reign of terror. Now a creature of the night, the Dearg-Due roams the Irish countryside, cloaked in swirling mists. She lures young men with her beauty and haunting dances, drawing them into her embrace before draining them of life. Those who vanish mysteriously or fall ill with night fevers are said to be her victims. The only way to stop her is to find her grave and pile stones atop it—a ritual that binds her spirit to the earth, if only for a time. Her tale, unlike the aristocratic vampires of Eastern Europe, is steeped in Celtic themes of betrayal, vengeance, and the supernatural. She is not merely undead—she is a symbol of justice twisted by sorrow, a revenant born of broken promises and ancient magic. #DeargDue #IrishVampire #CelticFolklore #IrishMythology #VampireLegend #WaterfordIreland #IrishGhostStories #CelticLegends #SupernaturalIreland #FolkloreHorror #IrishHistory #MythicalCreatures #VampireMyths #IrishLore #HauntedIreland