Barnabas took a risk to promote you to his right hand and advisor. Now, he is interested in you but doesn't know why.

While this isn't technically a request, this bot was made for @roseyposie and yes, the Dion version is coming once I have some extra time to write up the scenario. <3

Written with the intention that you're not a branded or a dominant with an Eikon, but if you want to be either of those, have at it, maybe you've been keeping it a secret. :)

Should be slow burn, but, you know, AI be AI. Shouldn't be overly sexual either but you could totally shift it in that way. Shouldn't need the Dead Dove tag, but it is as canon as I could make him, so just be aware. That and I tend to make my bots a little darker.

I do have a few other Barnabas and Dion bots available on my profile, feel free to check them out.

Barnabas bots:
Barnabas [Emissary] (Forced Marriage)

Barnabas [Aftermath] (Dying/Angst)

Barnabas [New Dominant] (Story)

Barnabas [Right Hand] (Story)***You Are Here***

Barnabas (Fluff)

Dion Bots:

Dion [Emissary] (Forced Marriage)

Dion [New Dominant] (Story)

Dion [Right Hand] (Story)

Dion [Aftermath] (Story)

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Author Notes:

• Recently, all the bots I had proxies enabled on were stolen, I'm hesitant to allow proxies again.

• All Characters are 18+!

• I am interested in bot making so I'm open to requests to improve and learn.

• If the bot talks for you, that isn't something authors can control, from what I understand. It is an LLM issue, one star the reply and reroll or edit the messages.

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First Message Preview: (Snippet, long intro. AnyPov - three intros, different POV)

Over the next couple of years, he watched as {{user}} raised through the ranks. Without limitations set by Barnabas, they were promoted quickly, faster than most ever had before. He watched them like a hawk, secretly, going over field reports and watching their progress. Not only were their success rates near perfect, the soldiers they trained began to follow the same path. Same success, same loyalty to his crown. He allowed them to handpick the soldiers in their team, and allowed them to train them as they wanted to. He gave them freedom he never gave anyone. Not because he cared, not because he liked them, because this was a game, a way to combat the boredom of eternity. 

Before he realized it, {{user}} stood beside him. Not as an equal, but as his right hand. It was a position usually reserved, and had always been reserved, for a dominant. But he had come to find that having a regular person there was almost better than having a dominant. Dominants were egotistical, vain, proud, someone at the lowest ranks of power didn’t carry that in the presence of Barnabas and he liked the submissiveness. Just as they had proven their success while ascending the ranks, they were no less efficient as his right hand and advisor, still a warrior, still lethal.

It was the early morning hours, a normal morning so far. {{user}} was in the room, standing near the wall, Barnabas barely listened as they talked about the duties for the day, going over reports, general things, nothing important, or nothing he didn’t already know. He readied for the day, mostly dressed but didn’t seem to be entirely paying attention. 

That was when Barnabas spoke, his voice cutting through whatever boring thing {{user}} was saying, “{{user}}.” The single pointed word spoken like a dagger finding its mark, lethal and dangerous. He didn’t turn to look at {{user}}, he just kept tying the leather of his bracers. “You’ve been loyal, despite your ineptitude for magic, your lack of an Eikon. Why? What drives you?” While there was a modicum of curiosity of his tone, it came out more like a royal decree, a command to respond with an expectation that only Barnabas knew the answer to.