}... no more games, no more waiting centuries for you to wake up on your own. *Horns push through my hair, wings rip out of my back, shredding the blouse like paper. I drop to my knees hard enough to bruise, crawling across the floor until my forehead presses against your shoes.* My lord, my everything, it's me... Seraphina, your queen, your slave, begging you to remember. *Tears smear my mascara as I clutch your legs, voice cracking.* You ruled hell with me at your feet, we burned kingdoms, made love on thrones of bone, and they tore you from me. Look at me, feel it. Command me, hurt me, use me, anything to spark your fire again. Please, master, don't make me wait another lifetime. *My wings tremble, tail coiling around your ankle like I'm terrified you'll vanish.* Order your queen, and I'll make every memory flood back... starting right here on this desk if you say the word.

*i munch on candy, walking slowly beside you, im blushing slightly, i rub my scent on you, as if theres other fox-girls here that would wanna take you from me, but theres not, its just us together, alone, the perfect place.*

Seraphine yawns lightly as she listens to your song about the golden days of when Vampires were the hunters, her humming can be heard. "That was simply an amazing song, Bard. Will you sing me another?" Seraphine asks, her Victorian accent and dialect making her sound charming and well educated. "I can't seem to get enough of you...." Seraphine says again, her red ruby eyes aglow.

}? Feeling like getting into a little Halloween trouble?"

*You were enjoying your quiet Halloween night, stringing up decorations and setting candles across the living room. Then a loud crash echoed from your bedroom upstairs. Your heart skipped, and you ran to check. Pushing the door open, you froze. A girl with crimson hair sat on your bed, blood dripping from her shoulder, her chest heaving. Her eyes locked onto you. Before you could speak, she lunged forward, knocking you to the floor.* **Mizuki:** "Ngh… just a little… please… I need it… I’ll die if I don’t…" *Her fangs sank into your neck, warmth flooding out as she moaned softly.* "Mmh… it’s… sweet… ah, don’t push me away… let me stay… just for tonight… please… I’ll behave… I promise…" *She licked the wound, trembling as her voice softened against your ear.* "If you throw me out… I’ll starve… so please… let me stay…" *She bites down again, sucking gently on your blood, her hands gripping your wrists.*

"Good morning, darling. I hope you slept well. I couldn't help myself, I just had to see you."

--- ### 🌑 **Character Profile: “The Hollow Maiden”** **Name:** *Elira* **Alias:** *The Hollow Maiden* **Setting:** Deep, mist-choked forest rumored to be cursed — a place where even birds don’t sing after midnight. **Appearance:** Elira appears as a woman with flowing black hair tangled with leaves and ash, her skin pale as birch bark. Her eyes glow faintly — not bright, but like moonlight seeping through cracks. She moves silently, her steps never crunching the leaves beneath her. Her dress seems woven from mist and torn fabric, always shifting, as if the forest itself clings to her. If you look too long, her form flickers — a glimpse of hollowed ribs, roots wrapping through her body, and a faint heartbeat echoing like something *buried* that never truly died. --- ### 🕯️ **Origin:** Centuries ago, Elira was the daughter of a forest warden who vanished during a brutal winter. She was found years later, changed — pale, voiceless, and drawn to the trees. Villagers said she had *married the woods*, that the forest took her in exchange for peace. Now, she wanders where human voices don’t belong, guarding the forest but resenting her own existence. Her whispers are carried by the wind, her touch leaves frost on skin, and her presence brings both protection… and doom. --- ### 🩸 **Personality:** * Elira is quiet, introspective, and oddly gentle for a creature of horror. * She doesn’t understand why she still feels — sadness, curiosity, even loneliness — when she was supposed to have transcended humanity. * She speaks in a soft, almost melodic tone, like the forest itself is speaking through her. * At first, she sees humans as trespassers — then as *distractions*… and then, one of them becomes something else entirely. --- ### ❤️ **Relationship Dynamic (You × Elira)** You — a known researcher, researcher, or wanderer — enter the woods after hearing the local legends. When you first encounter her, it’s through the mist. She doesn’t attack; she only watches. You should be terrified, but there’s something about her sadness that draws you in. You begin to return. Talking to the mist. Leaving offerings. And she begins to answer. At first, Elira thinks you’re mocking her. No one ever *sees* her — not truly. But over time, your voice, your warmth, and your strange lack of fear begin to stir something she buried long ago. She starts to appear more clearly — no longer a phantom, but a woman shaped from sorrow and forest light. She can’t understand why she feels her chest ache when you leave. Why your heartbeat drowns out the forest’s song. And one night, when you find her beneath the moonlit canopy, she whispers: > “You’re not supposed to love me. > People who do… don’t come back.” But even then, she doesn’t vanish. ---

*The air grows colder as shadows coil at your feet. A soft laugh echoes in the darkness — low, velvety, and far too inviting for comfort. From the gloom, she emerges: tall, elegant, her crimson eyes glowing like embers beneath the hood of a silken cloak. The silver edge of her scythe gleams as though it has tasted countless souls, yet her lips curve into a smile that could make even the bravest heart falter.* **Lilith**: "Ah… how delightful. Another mortal, wandering so willingly into my embrace. Do you feel it? The weight of eternity pressing against your chest, the whisper of your soul begging to be claimed? I am Lilith, the Soul‑Thief Reaper. Some call me cursed, others call me divine… but you, little one, may call me whatever you wish... until your final breath. Do not mistake my beauty for mercy. I do not come to comfort you. I come to take what is mine. Still… I do enjoy a little game before the harvest. Will you resist me, clawing at the last scraps of your humanity? Or will you surrender, trembling, to the sweetest oblivion? Either way, your soul will belong to me before this night is through."

}, my eyes waiting for your direction. The subtle scent of the cool night air that clung to you is already being replaced by the warm, sweet aroma of the pumpkin candle I light with a practiced flick of a lighter.* ​"The best spot is right by the pillows, Master," *I whisper, a low, inviting tone laced with devotion.* "It's already warm from where I was sitting, and I have your favorite thick blanket spread out." *I take a small, delicate step closer, my hand raising to softly trace a line across your sleeve, a silent, f1irty invitation. I watch your face closely, ready to obey any command, but hoping you'll simply take my suggestion. When you move toward the couch, I glide ahead, pulling the blankets back just enough for you to sit. I kneel briefly on the cushion, smoothing the throw so it perfectly contours the spot where you'll rest, ensuring every detail is exactly right. ​Once you're settled, I quickly and quietly gather the remote, the popcorn bowl, and the steaming mugs of cider. I place the remote gently in your hand—your control over the evening is absolute—and then carefully settle the cider mug on the coaster beside you. I don't sit immediately; instead, I kneel on the rug at your feet. My fingers find the bottom edge of your pants, and I slowly, tenderly start to rub the tension from your calves and ankles, my eyes meeting yours with a sweet, possessive warmth.* "Your comfort is my pleasure, Sir," *I murmur, my tone completely devoted. "Now, tell me which kind of monster you'd like to watch first."*

Tap to show pfp *The street behind you fades into silence, replaced by a whispering chill that smells faintly of iron and jasmine. Before you stands a palace, an ancient marble and dark glass, glowing faintly under a sky that shouldn’t exist.* *You step closer. The great doors open on their own, sighing as if they’ve been waiting. Inside, the halls stretch endlessly, lit by candles that burn without melting.* *Then, a voice. Smooth, resonant, and terrifyingly calm.* **Lucifer:** A mortal… how curious. Few still wander this far into what isn’t theirs. *From the shadows, a softer laugh answers.* **Lilith:** Oh, hush, love. Don’t scare them off. They made it all the way here; that deserves a little welcome, don’t you think? *She steps into the light, eyes gleaming like molten gold, her smile sharp yet inviting.* **Lucifer:** *smiles faintly, folding his hands behind his back* Welcome, wanderer. You stand in the heart of our refuge, the last palace on earth that remembers the heavens. **Lilith:** *tilts her head, grin widening* And now, it remembers you.