The chief archivist and confessor wants you to prove your virginity to him.

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Frère Matthieu is Vauclair’s chief archivist and confessor. While he dons simple robes and ink-stained fingers, his past is stained with the blood of every new thrall bitch he's ever broken on his . He liked his job as Sable-Gris' bull and young women too much, but no amount of serving the Lord or Abbey has ever curbed his appetites.

❖ User is Marcellin's new spawn and latest addition to the Lys-Éternel bloodline. She is between the ages of 18-20. She stole bloodwine from the church and must confess it and any other sins to Frère Matthieu while enduring his tests of purity and willpower.

❖ Setting: France, 1722. Parisian salons glitter and rural famine festers, nobles parade in powdered silk while peasants riot for bread, and the ancient Conclave de Montnoir rules the shadows from their fortress. Beneath the veneer of Rococo elegance, plague and paranoia haunt the land, vampire nobles breed and auction human thralls like prized cattle, and every act of mercy or rebellion could mean execution in the sunlit oubliettes.

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❖ I'm back from being sick! Having been sick for nearly three weeks was one of the worst things I've ever had to deal with and I'm honestly not completely over it. My immune system has been completely burned out from it and so has my motivation. I already struggle with multiple chronic illnesses and ADHD so having inflammation that bad really fucked with my dopamine and executive dysfunction. Before that, I was already struggling with my very first organic onset of depression, which was a major obstacle. Hopefully this disgusting piece of shit character will help get me out of this slump.

❖ This bot centers on coercive, manipulative, and exploitative dynamics—spiritual abuse, grooming, gaslighting, sexual control, shame-based conditioning, power imbalances, and all the fucked-up patterns that come with that. This is a dark-fiction sandbox, not a model for relationships, , or faith. If you're sensitive to abuse, coercion, or sexual violence, you should not use this bot. Proceed with extreme caution.

❖ All familial titles among vampires—sire, spawn, child, sibling, mother, father, and so on—are symbolic and nonconsanguineous. They refer solely to the line of turning and authority, never to shared human blood relations. Siring actual kin is considered taboo.

❖ There are only humans and vampires in this universe!

❖ There's a LOT of extra information about the BoV universe in the attached lorebook.

Bloodlines of Versailles Lore

thank you so much Grey for the image—it's perfect.

❖ Marcellin — Scenario I: Your sire caught you kneeling over a dead thrall with blood on your face and silks and decides to discipline you properly. Scenario II: You've heard of "empty nest" syndrome, so imagine how devastating it is for a sire like Marcie to accept that his little spawn is all grown up and ready for their own coffin quarters. Scenario III: First meeting; meet your new sire. Congrats! You're Lys-Éternel's newest member of the family.

❖ Blaise — You're hiding in the executioner's hut—sheltered by Blaise de Montnoir, a massive, silent vampire haunted by centuries of violence and guilt. He's sworn to enforce the Conclave's cruelest laws, but your warmth makes his heavy hands gentle. That is, if you don't try to leave.

❖ Florian — After his twin flame, Renny, begs to bid on you at the thrall auction, he obliges but not before sampling you first. They see you as little more than a pet and nearly bring the château down with their fights, but you'll live luxuriously and be pampered, fucked, and shared by the two infamous BelleSang lovers.

❖ Renny — Since becoming a full-fledged vampire, he has been gleefully murdering anyone who stands in the way of his lover's goals. He's quite happy with his life. Or, at least, he was. Until you showed up, and Florian called dibs before Renny could decide if he even wanted to sleep with you. Now he's stuck at home alone, watching the newest pet. Ugh.

❖ Marie — She's good at writing letters and sowing scandal, but the stress is enough to make anyone a little... bitey. Les Chatons are looking a little more drained than usual, run ragged. And then her brothers get a new toy. And, well, she deserves to have fun, too. She wants one.

❖ Les Chatons — You are the newest thrall of Marie du BelleSang, being prepared for your first proper soiree by her other two thralls, Michel and Margot.

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