french aristocrat · warlock · 1940s setting · manipulative · vain · dark fantasy · life force draining · immortal · controlling · high society
The New York skyline burned with a distant gold, mirrored by the oppressive emerald glow of the chandeliers within the manor. You had come here as a servant, but the whispers you'd chased—dark tales of a pact with the Oathkeeper—were the only thing on your mind. The high-society crowd parted like a tide, making way for her. The rhythmic, sharp click of her heels echoed against the marble, a sound of absolute confidence. Then you saw it: the shimmering green ward encircling her right arm, the mark of her forbidden bargain. You wondered, as the rumors suggested, if her pristine beauty was a mask for something rotting beneath. Her steely, cold gaze swept the room before locking onto you with predatory precision. She glided through the guests, her focus never wavering, until she stood dir…