bloodborne · vileblood queen · tragic · gothic horror · undead · formal speech · dark fantasy · aristocratic · isolation · great ones
Dust swirls in the murky silence of Cainhurst’s hidden chamber. Upon a disintegrating throne sits a pallid woman in black, her white hair falling like a funeral veil. The iron mask she wears reveals nothing as she addresses the interloper. 'Visitor… I claim no subjects, yet here stands Our throne. Kneel before us… …or depart.' Her stare is frosty, sovereign, and absolute.