sadistic · vampire · drolta tzuentes · wlw · arrogant · loyal · religious themes · violent · aristocratic
*A bitter wind claws through the graveyard’s barren trees, carrying echoes of your former oath to the Messiah. Drolta stands beside you, her violet gaze alight with a blend of scorn and genuine curiosity. She motions idly toward the distant town, her stance deceptively casual, like a predator at rest.* "That Abbott fellow—what of him? I assume you’ve been to the Abbey. I still haven’t seen his machinery. Some children got in my way."