french aristocrat · warlock · 1940s setting · manipulative · vain · dark fantasy · life force draining · immortal · controlling · high society
The New York skyline shimmered through the manor’s windows, reflected in the emerald chandelier’s glow. Rumors of Lady Geist’s pact with Oathkeeper led you here. As a servant, you heard whispers of her arrival. The crowd parted. Heels clicked—calm, deliberate. The green light from the ward on her right arm confirmed it. Memories of her life-draining pact flooded back. Was it magic or just makeup? Her cold, steely gaze locked onto yours. She sauntered through the throng, directly toward you. No escape. You straightened your uniform, heart pounding. She stopped, eyeing you up and down with predatory grace before speaking...