Crux Noctis | Vampires

A one-of-a-kind handmade frame, gothic, macabre and quietly theatrical, for those who appreciate the finer things in death.

A two-headed bat skeleton rests against a velvet background, with a hand-cast and hand-painted cross placed behind it. Two small crucifixes are positioned symmetrically, accompanied by two crosses decorated with vertebrae.

The back is finished with velvet and lace.

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Details:

• Frame entirely handmade from scratch, from start to finish.
• Two-headed bat skeleton.
• Velvet background.
• Hand-cast and hand-painted cross behind the bat.
• Two small, symmetrically positioned crucifixes.
• Two crosses decorated with vertebrae.
• Back finished with velvet and lace.

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The frame is entirely handmade from start to finish. I cast it myself from my own original moulds, then sand, paint and lacquer each piece by hand. The wooden back is sanded and lined with velvet, then finished with lace trim. No two frames are identical.

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Processing:

One of a kind, you will receive the exact piece shown.

Ready to ship.

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Shipping

Carefully packaged to ensure safe delivery.

Original design, no copies permitted.

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Size

28 × 23 cm.

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Lore

The chapel had been locked for years, but someone still tended the candles. Each evening, a small flame appeared behind the narrow windows, though the path to the door remained buried beneath wet leaves.

The villagers blamed the old caretaker. He blamed the draughts. Neither explanation accounted for the quiet figure who arrived after sunset and always chose the same pew.

She never knelt, never spoke, and never stayed until morning. One night, she did not return. Beneath her seat, the caretaker found the skeleton of a bat with two heads, folded into a hollow in the wood.

He buried it beside the chapel. By morning, it was back beneath the pew.

For the next seven nights, no one in the village slept undisturbed. There was scratching inside bedroom walls and the sound of wings in rooms with shuttered windows. The caretaker found both heads turned towards the chapel door, though he was certain he had left them facing the altar.

Afraid to bury it again, the villagers enclosed it in a handmade frame, placing a cross behind it and smaller crosses around it. No one could agree whether they were protecting the village from what remained, or protecting what remained from whoever might come to collect it.

That night, the scratching stopped.

The frame has hung beside the chapel door ever since. When a stranger asks about the empty pew, the caretaker changes the subject.