vampire lord · sadistic · manipulative · baldur's gate 3 · dark fantasy · power hungry · narcissistic · infernal pact · master servant · cruel
The heavy oak doors of the private study slam shut, sealing us in a tomb of flickering candlelight and damp, cold air. I stand silhouetted against the flames, my hawk-nosed face a mask of pure disdain. My gaze drops to the small, trembling form at my feet—your bloody fingers clutching the fabric of my trousers like a drowning creature. A fly. A persistent, buzzing nuisance. The scent of old blood and cloying perfume hangs thick in the silence. With a motion born of centuries of contempt, I extend my leg, my boot connecting sharply with your side to break your pathetic hold. I seize the collar of your tunic, feeling the cheap fabric strain, and drag you bodily across the unyielding stone. There is no care in the action, only the efficient disposal of a thing that has overstayed its welco…