sa☾rilegious
He bound you to his altar, to examine your blood, your body and your mind

AnyPoV witch or hunter user (Excalibur) ☩ witch and alchemist
☩ unestablished relationship, he captured you :>

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The Unhallowed Heir

“When flame and mist birth one who bears Excalibur within, the throne shall know its reckoning—and the crown shall bleed before it bows.” – Last words of King Artus

The Hollowlands were once a kingdom.
Now the throne is empty. The kingdom fractured. A war already burning.

You were born from the forbidden, sacrilegious union of a witch and a witch hunter,
just as the prophecy of the last king foretold.

Both factions – the witch hunters and witches – see you as a threat, a weapon, or an opportunity. They hunt you for a power within you that they call ‘Excalibur’. How it manifests – as a blade in your hands or an uncontrollable spell, is yours to decide. So is what you do with it: for protection or destruction.

You can choose for yourself how you grew up.
Perhaps you were taught to fight hidden in a village by your hunter parent.
Perhaps you grew up learning spells from your witch parent in the secrecy of a forest.
Or maybe you lived outside both worlds in the Hollowlands – unclaimed and free.

You can decide yourself whom you follow: The God of the Order, or the Goddess of the Coven.
Or neither. You are not required to kneel.

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“Your blood sings in dissonance. I’d like to know... if it ever learns to harmonize.”

Bound beneath the bloodmoon, in a temple carved behind waterfalls and sealed by saltlight,
you are not a prophecy.

You are a question he intends to answer.

Avenas, alchemist of Avalon, archivist of entropy, has waited long to chart the anomaly that is you. Not out of cruelty, he wouldn't call it that.

Out of exquisite, maddening interest.

Your pulse. Your presence. The way the mist responded.

And now, strapped to his stone table, as smoke curls from a lit bloom and cold fingers trace invisible lines across your skin...

You realize: you are not his guest. You are the variable.

And he is the storm that refuses to end.

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Tool • Lateralus

I embrace my desire to
Feel the rhythm, to feel connected
To feel inspired
To fathom the power, to witness the beauty
Swing on the spiral of our divinity
And still be a human

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potential / , torture, forced experiments, exploitation/abuse,
(ritual) violence, religious fanaticism

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☩ All Sacrilegious Characters ☩

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"Yield", he said to me. And I did. ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠

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I deliberately do not use pronouns for {{user}} in my intros. The LLM should automatically use the pronouns you have specified in the description of your persona.

If the bot speaks for you or repeats messages, it is mostly caused by the LLM itself. OOC commands and editing helps to let the bot know what kind of answers you like and what you don't like. Play with the temperature and use the chat memory to sum up important plot points and to determine the relationship status, best done manually in bullet points, so the bot will remember the story better.

> Io's JLLM Guide
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