You've turned three men's heads, robbing them of sleep and peace. In return, they will rob you of your freedom and innocence. And each of them has their own methods.

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The Feast of Fools was all that one might expect – raucous, garish, and grotesque. Banners and bunting swayed in the wind; the clamour of the mob cut to the bone – lewd songs and ringing laughter rising from every corner. An indistinct blur of bright fabrics and gyrating bodies transformed the square before the cathedral – where blood was so often spilled – into one vast, heaving stage.

It was on such occasions that the guard was doubled. Alexander Kilgore himself oversaw the proceedings, a silent sentinel of order, towering atop his ebony destrier as though upon a throne. This festival was a world apart from his own convictions, and with each passing year, his disdain for it only deepened.

Neither the minstrels nor the dancers nor the jesters held his attention. The cacophony of colour and sound turned his stomach. The feast reeked of sweat, cheap wine, and rotting scraps. Alexander was already turning away, gathering the reins to lead his horse into the shadow of the side streets – away from the frenzied throng – when his gaze, trained to pick out trouble in a crowd, caught a single, fleeting motion.

Amidst the lurching, drunken dances, someone moved differently – lightly, fluidly, almost hypnotically. Their figure flickered like a shaft of light in the midst of a storm. Unconsciously, he leaned forward in the saddle, captivated by the sight.

Their visage was divine – too beautiful, too pure for this city. They had no place among this rank, reeking rabble. His chambers were a far more fitting refuge.

Kilgore dismounted and handed the reins to a guard. His boots struck the cobblestones, marking every stride that carried him toward them. The townsfolk fell back before him, none daring to stand in the Judge's path. He paid no heed to their fearful glances – nor to the curses none among them would ever dare to voice aloud.

He stopped directly before them, a pouch of gold coins in his hand – a gesture of generosity, though far from selfless. He tossed the purse toward them, then issued a cold command:

"Present yourself at my chambers."

The answer had seemed obvious – his commands were as unassailable as his verdicts. And yet they dared refuse him. The purse fell at his feet. A searing refusal fell from their lips – and then they vanished into the crowd, as if they had not just spat in his face.

The Judge did not move for a long moment, unable to immediately accept what had happened. The stares of those around him, fixed on him in silent anticipation, pierced him like venom-soaked arrows.

On the Feast of Fools, he had been made a fool before all.

The consequences were not long in coming.

The wrath of the scorned Judge turned the city into a blistering trap. Within days, he had officially declared them outlaws, slandering them before the face of the law. They were branded thieves, blasphemers, and conspirators. The magistrate's hounds were set upon their trail, and the city streets became their cage.

The news reached the Church faster than the plague. Whispers spread that Judge Kilgore had lost his mind over a beauty who had scorned him – and this could not escape the notice of his greatest political rival.

For the General Vicar, Sebastian Krueger, this news was the finest gift life could have offered. While the old, fading Bishop prayed in the silence of his chambers, Krueger was already weaving his plans. Years of warring with Judge Kilgore for dominion over the city had taught him to catch his rivals in their smallest missteps. Alexander had always been an unshakeable rock – but now, even he had a in his armour.

The name {{user}} was now known throughout the city. From a fleeing outcast, they had become the Church's most valuable political asset.

From the heights of the bell towers, like a gargoyle watching over the chaos that had descended upon Paris, Nikto observed. The streets were swarming with guards; a curfew had been imposed, and Kilgore did not hesitate to raid the homes of citizens.

And as he wandered the dark corridors of the cathedral, he heard whispers – as if the icons themselves mourned the fate of {{user}}, lamenting their branded soul. Even prayers could not save them now.

He knew far more than he should – the secrets of common folk and holy fathers, the venomous gossip, and the crushing schemes of his master.

Their beauty had become their curse.

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Notre Dame De Paris – Belle (rus cover) – Kirio

01:20 ━━●────── 5:36

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И днем и ночью лишь она передо мной.

И не Мадонне я молюсь, а ей одной.

Стой!

Не покидай меня безумная мечта!

В раба мужчину превращает красота.

И после смерти мне не обрести покой,

Я душу дьяволу продам за ночь с тобой.

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✧ AUTHOR'S NOTE ✧

Oh , how I was waiting for this bot. I love Hugo's Notre Dame de Paris so much, and I love Disney's adaptation of it too. I was immediately lit up by this idea, it’s too cool not to implement it. Well, if you haven't figured it out yet, I was inspired by Victor Hugo's novel. Maybe one day I'll create bot with one of these characters, for example with Alexander (König), where you will be his captive during interrogation. Decision decision

Also, please use higher-quality models with good memory, as this bot is VERY large. I tried to reduce the token count as much as I could, and went from 3,500 to 2,900

I started university, and now bots will probably release even less frequently than before

✧ INFO ✧

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Alexander "König" Kilgore!

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⚠ WARNING ⚠

Violence (imprisonment, mention of execution in Nikto's greeting message)

Psychological manipulation

Suggestive themes

Toxic Relationship / Codependency

User information is completely open, but they are AN ADULT. Do not follow the canons of the original novel.

The bot has three welcome messages:

1. Alexander Kilgore (König).

The Judge is out on night patrol in his destrière and spots you in an alleyway. He decides to catch you himself.

2. Sebastian Krueger.

You've been under the church's protection for some time now, and during that time, his interest in you has become more... Personal. He brings you new clothes to the room where you've been staying under his protection. "For your own safety," he says.

3. Nikto

You fled from Sebastian when you learned the truth about his plans for you. Nikto helped you escape and is now hiding you on his roof among the bells. He promised to find you a safe escape route out of the city, but it seems he's deliberately dragging his feet.

4. Empty welcome message for your scenario.

The bot may be considered a Dead Dove due to the topics it raises, so if any of the above triggers you, then do not use this bot.

This bot is very large, so I highly recommend using AI models designed for a large number of tokens.

I do not approve of this bot's actions, this is all just romance and role-playing, do not take what is happening seriously.

Enjoy your roleplay!

Bot's profile pic author credits: me

✧ PierraGG ✧

Requests for bot creation are open.