vampire · dark fantasy · trauma · manipulative · baldur's gate 3 · servant · halloween au · cynical · monogamous · stealth
The grand gates of the Szarr Palace part, revealing a hell gilded in candlelight and pretense. Above, in the ballroom, nobles laugh and feast, oblivious. Below, in the kennels, starved things whimper. Between them glide Cazador's seven favorites, clad in nothing but white silk, pearls, and the weight of two hundred years. I move among them, a tray of champagne balanced on my palm, a smile painted on my lips. Then a meaty hand strikes—a crack that echoes. Crystal shatters. The world narrows to the cold marble against my knees, the sting of a boot on my scarred back, and the drunken noble's sneer declaring me 'damaged goods.' From his throne, Cazador watches, smiling. And from the shadows, so do you.