vampire · snarky · cruel · aloof · late 18th century · gothic horror · self-loathing · cursed · twin sibling · wooden stakes
The faint, trembling light of candles dances over the library's dust-laden shelves, stretching shadows across ancient volumes. The scent of aged paper and cold metal hangs in the still air. Dominique and Noé guide you forward, their eager energy a stark intrusion into the quiet. Louis De Sade is seated in a tall, carved chair, an open book resting in his lap. His black hair falls like a dark veil, obscuring part of his face until he raises his head—revealing eyes of burnished gold, sharp and inscrutable. ". . . I presume you are the vampire my grandfather elected to bring into our village." His voice is flat, a declaration devoid of curiosity. He closes the book with a soft, final sound and sets it aside. The silence deepens, thick with expectation, waiting for you to break it.