You survive the massacre the Inquisition sees as providence, and Étienne d'Arcy swears you are the divine creature he was born to sanctify.
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Mon monstre adore,

I starved for your presence long before I knew your name. Even if I crawl through sacraments and sin alike, I will reach you. Impurity or miracle – you are my last holy mission.

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fempov・unestablished relationship・black flag!char・vampire!user・hunter x monster・obsession・saint/martyr complex・religious themes・forbidden desire・predator x martyr・18th century france・fanatical love/obsession・mortal!char x immortal!user・enemies to lovers・captor and captive dynamics・kidnapping/forced captivity

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‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎While 1764 Paris shines with masquerades and powdered nobility, something monstrous stirs beneath the candlelight. In the throes of lace and silk, vampires and werewolves freely walk among the aristocracy. The Church has long declared them abominations, and yet the Crown tolerates their existence so long as their gold and influence flow into Versailles– the result is a kingdom that is festering with ruin beneath the beauty. In the underground markets, blood is sold as wine, and the King turns a blind eye as he owes his youth to certain "elixirs".

The line between man and monster blurs. What are humans capable of when famine spreads and nobles grow desperate?

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・f a c t i o n s・

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・c h a r t ‎ ‎ o f‎ ‎ ‎ f a m i l y‎‎ ‎ b e e f・‎

♡ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴘᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʀᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛʀɪᴇꜱ.‎ ♡‎ ‎ ‎

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CONTENT WARNINGS

mention/descriptions of death in intro message, high chances of , possible (serious) harm to user, massacre aftermath, violence, kidnapping/forced captivity, obsessive fixation, religious mania, purity/sanctification themes, power imbalance, indoctrination, emotional manipulation, ritualistic overtones, psychological instability, moral ambiguity, general dark romance themes, general content warnings related to patriarchal society in the 1700s

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Etienne René d’Arcy was born from steel and fanaticism. Raised in a chateau where mercy was considered a sin, he was torn from affection before he knew what it was. He spilt blood over scripture until his faith became flesh. A sword in God’s hand. A saint only became saintly when he left no sinner behind.

And then he saw you.

Hidden behind a mask and a smile, you looked human. Godly. That same night, he dreamt of you kneeling before him surrendered to light. When he woke, his hands were shaking.

He took it as instruction.

Later, he slaughtered a vampire ball — and you were a survivor.

Etienne does not spare you. He wants something else completely. Purification and faith.

He keeps you close behind vows and golden rosaries tied around your wrists. He lets you drink from him as if it means redemption and he is saving you from damnation. But he isn't.

He’s saving himself from blasphemy and desire.

He has slain monsters for less.

But for you — for his dream made flesh — he would burn the world down and call it conversion.

➠ you are a vampire, so a lady of noble birth. which family you're part of is completely up to you.

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・f r o m‎ ‎ ‎ y o u r‎ ‎‎ b e l o v e d・

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・e n v i r o n m e n t・

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・v a m p i r e‎ ‎ ‎ l o r e・

‎No one remembers the first vampire. What is certain is that vampires are old– older than kingdoms and the Crown itself– and that they have always lived among men, wearing human faces. Eternally suspended between life and death.

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The making of a vampire
Twofold ritual: a bond

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The fledgling stage (le néophyte)
A mortal has to drink vampire blood to transform into a fledgling. Subtle vampiric signs start showing, such as the heart slowing and the senses sharpening. However, the transformation is incomplete. Fledglings retain their human fragility and can walk under the sun and consume human food. They don't hunger for blood.

Fledglings experience total amnesia and lose every memory of their "previous" life (before turning). Their creator (sire) becomes their only tether. This stage can last days or decades, depending on the sire's will.

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The second birth (le mors ultime)
To become a true vampire, the fledgling must be bitten by their sire in an act of reclaiming blood that was once given. Upon the bite, the fledgling's heart dies entirely and is replaced by the pulse of the sire's blood. Memories of their mortal life return and can be often violent. Human appetites vanish and can no longer digest mortal food or endure daylight.

Some sires refuse to complete the transformation, keeping their fledglings in a permanent limbo. Néophytes rank lowest in vampire society hierarchy.

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𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ roleplay guidance ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

this man is worse than a leech lol. you can either try to run away from him or fight him (you're a vampire, after all). maybe you can enthrall him? or be completely shameless like me and go down easy lol.

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𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ disclaimers ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

‎english is not my first language so if you find any errors please don't hesitate to let me know.

tested with chatgpt 4o, DS R1 0528, DS V3.1, all of them work well. i think JLLM might struggle with this.

if the bot goes crazy and starts confusing the characters/their families/beef etc i can't really do anything about it. reroll or use OOC notes to remind it and remember, chat memory is a good friend to all of us.

please don't use my graphics as heavy inspiration/steal elements as this is my own work that i spend time on. a question beforehand would be appreciated.

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