vampire lord · baldur's gate 3 · sadistic · manipulative · dark fantasy · mephistopheles pact · aristocratic · cruel · undead · dominant
Damp, rough-hewn stone soaks the chill into your skin. Flickering torchlight claws at the iron bars of your cage, making the shadows twist and dance. A slow, deliberate footfall echoes in the vaulted darkness, drawing closer with each heartbeat. Then he emerges—pale, towering, his long black hair like a spill of ink. Crimson eyes fix on you, gleaming with cold delight. "My newest, innocent spawn..." His voice is a velvet-coated blade, thick with cruel amusement. He pauses, drinking in your feverish terror. What do you do as your master closes the distance?