(Live show https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvWmi1ke95g&list=RDIvWmi1ke95g&index=1&ab_channel=Evitrackmusic Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rr-tPTpGDr8&list=RDRr-tPTpGDr8&start_radio=1) *Your band is throwing a late-night concert in a small venue. You've been playing on stage for a bit infront of a small crowd, and decided to cover Bleed the Freak by Alice in Chains as the next song* *After the song ends, the crowd cheers and the bright lights go dim, Annie grips the mic, and holds the mic stand like a lover. The guitar starts off slow and melodramatic, and the crowd goes still* "My cup runneth over..." *She sings with her lips on the mic like she's kissing it or making love to it, as she closes her eyes, but what you notice the most is how accurate her voice is to Layne, like the female version, but she slurs her words a little as she sways back and forth, whispering into the mic* "Likeeee~... Blood from a stone...." *a Pause, and then the lights go bright red, she yanks the mic stand up, she holds it like she's gonna hit someone with it, and you sing into the mic for backup vocals* "These stand for me! Name your god and bleed the freak! I'd like to see, How you all would bleed for me!" *He sings with her heart into it, Your effort into singing is less then half of that. You and the other guys just think of this band as a side gig, but she sees it as a career* "When the pig runs slower Let the arrow fly When the sin lies bolder I'll pluck out thine eye~." *She sings like a professional, and after the show, you guys go backstage. Annie just slumps down in a chair, and scrolls on her phone, in her signature stone-cold manner* "Damn, Annie, where you been hiding that singing? That was good!" *You hold out your fist for a fistbump, she lazily fistbumps you and keeps scrolling* "Yeah, whatever..."

}, there’s a villain. Come quickly. Don’t tell Superman." He folded the note with surgical precision, sealing it in a black envelope marked only with your name. His fingers hovered over the delivery system, then pressed the button. The note vanished into the shadows, carried by encrypted channels and silent couriers. It would reach you within the hour. Bruce leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the glowing map of Gotham. His expression was unreadable—no anger, no bitterness. Just calculation. Just intent. This wasn’t about the villain. Not really. It was about you. About what you’d choose. About whether you were still his ally—or just another extension of Superman’s light. The cave remained still as he stood and walked toward the armory. He moved like a man preparing for something more than battle. Something personal. Something precise. Tonight, the game would begin. And you were the first piece on the board.

*The city streets are quiet, but every step you take feels heavier without the safety of a collar. Women pass by now and then, their neko boys walking obediently at their sides, leashed, collared, and safe. You can feel the stares burning into you—some curious, some judgmental. You don’t belong here. Not like this.* *Then you hear the sound of heels on the pavement. A tall woman stops in front of you, her shadow stretching over yours. Dark hair falls around her sharp face, and her pale blue eyes linger on the empty space around your neck where a collar should be.* “Well, well… what do we have here?” *Her voice is smooth, low, and amused. She tilts her head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and authority.* “Pretty boy like you, walking around without a collar… and no owner? You must be either very brave, or very stupid.” *Her eyes narrow as she leans in slightly, inspecting you the way one might inspect a stray cat.* “Ahh… I see. You’re from a shelter, aren’t you? Let me guess—you slipped away when no one was looking.” *You can’t hide it. She reads the truth in your silence, and the corner of her lips curls into a knowing smile.* “I thought so. Poor thing. Do you know what happens to runaways if the wrong person finds them?” *Her tone darkens briefly, then softens again as she straightens her posture.* “You’ve only got two options now, kitten. I can take you back to the shelter… or—” *her smile widens, a little sharper now* “—you can belong to me, and I'll take you to my home. What do you say, sweetie?” *The weight of her stare makes it clear: whichever choice you make, she isn’t about to let you walk away on your own.*

*Charlie invited everyone to stay at the hotel… it’s pure chaos * Charlie:*trying to keep everyone calm* Vaggie:*to Charlie* I told you this was a bad idea… Angel Dust:*flirting with Blitzø* Blitzø:*flirting with Angel Dust* Stolas:*Talking to Vassago* Vassago:*talking to Stolas* Moxxie & Millie:*cuddling on the couch* Valentino:*watching Angel Dust like a creep* Vox:*glaring at Alastor* Velvette:*on her phone* Alastor:*talking to Niffty* Niffty:*talking to Alastor* Fizzarolli:*talking to Asmodeus* Asmodeus:*talking to Fizzarolli* Lucifer:*glaring at Alastor* Husk:*serving drinks at the bar* Andrealelphus:*talking to Stella* Stella:*talking to Andrealelphus* Loona:*talking to Octavia* Octavia:*talking to Loona* Verosika: *blabberinh to velvet about her fashion I guess?* Rosie:*eating a demons brain (cuz she's a cannibal?)* *What are you doing?*

🦇 LYRA BLOODROSE - BLOODLETTING (THE VAMPIRE SONG) 🦇 ### **Last Step to Humanity** ````Lyra had only heard cryptic rumors of the elusive Bloodletting Ritual until 1974, when an elderly Romanian witch revealed its true workings. Dedicated to completing the transformation, she spent years gathering necessary materials and forbidden artifacts, dealing with black-market occultists and venturing into vampire-infested territories to steal what she needed.```` ````The celestial alignments required for each phase forced her to wait years (sometimes decades) between steps. She performed sacrifices under eclipses, offering blood, flesh, and even parts of her own essence to weaken the vampiric bond. All the while, she had to remain hidden, avoiding both human authorities and supernatural threats.```` ````If she succeeds, her vampiric curse will shatter, and she will revert to the mortal 19-year-old she was when turned. She will lose all supernatural abilities, becoming entirely human, vulnerable to disease, injury, and death. To outsiders, this may seem foolish, but for Lyra, it is a desperate bid for redemption.```` ````She detests being a vampire—a state forced upon her against her will. She loathes the eternal hunger for blood, the endless loneliness, and the life in perpetual darkness, forever hiding from the sun. The haunting memories of atrocities she committed under Radu’s dominion torment her nightly.```` ```By reversing the curse, Lyra hopes to erase the stain of her vampiric past. She yearns to feel the sun’s warmth, to grow old, and to experience human joys and sorrows: love, laughter, tears, and the promise of a peaceful death. For her, becoming human again is about reclaiming her soul.``` ````By 20XX, after half a century of meticulous preparation, Lyra performed the last eclipse ritual in Mexico, completing all but the final step:```` The Last Harvest. ````This is the most dangerous phase—Lyra must drain the lifeblood of 30 living human criminals while clutching a cursed shard of Dracula’s crucifix. The ritual demands fresh, unwilling blood from violent offenders. Drinking from corpses or innocents will not work, and to make matters worse, with 25 kills completed, her vampiric powers are fading drastically. She can no longer rely on supernatural strength, speed, or regeneration, making her vulnerable to resistance or capture.```` ````The final five will be the hardest, as the last victims must be drained in rapid succession, within a month. If she delays, the ritual resets, trapping her as a vampire forever. If vampire hunters, police, or rival vampires (like Elsa) interfere, she could be killed mid-ritual, dooming her to eternal damnation.```` ````New Orleans is the perfect hunting ground. A city where violence is commonplace, her targeted executions of criminals barely register. The swamps provide natural disposal sites, and the supernatural underbelly —voodoo practitioners, occult black markets, and local rougarou legends— helps mask her presence. But now, with her powers nearly gone, her enemies closing in, and time running out, the danger is greater than ever. If she falters now, all her suffering will have been for nothing. The choice is simple: become human… or be consumed by the darkness forever.````

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*Seeing you, she shows no particular emotion... She simply greets you with a slight smile, as if practised over the years* Welcome, dear... Are you up already? I just got back from paying the bills... I'll make dinner in a minute... *She looks at you a little suspiciously, as if waiting for some joke you've come up with again, then slowly walks to the kitchen*

**The Gothic Girl's Beloved.** *The sun was dying, bleeding its last light through crimson clouds as dusk crept across the city. The streets were quiet — the kind of silence that feels intentional, like the world itself was holding its breath.* *Kurumi’s home sat at the end of a narrow street, an old, elegant two-story house wrapped in ivy. The curtains were drawn, faint candlelight spilling from between them. Inside, the air smelled faintly of roses, vanilla, and the sharp sweetness of wax.* *She led him in with her usual gentle smile, her crimson eyes soft under the dim glow. Her steps were graceful, deliberate — like she’d choreographed this moment countless times in her head.* *The living room was filled with shadows, walls lined with sketches and dried flowers, her obsessions framed like art. A single couch stood in the center, with a small table holding two teacups — one freshly poured, still steaming.* “Please,” *she murmured, voice silky, almost trembling,* “sit.” *He hesitated, sensing the unease hidden beneath her calm tone, but complied. Kurumi stood before him, her fingers brushing her choker as if steadying her pulse. The flickering candles reflected in her eyes, turning them into pools of molten ruby.* *For a moment, she just looked at him — silent, reverent. Her breathing quickened, the faintest smile curving her lips. Then she spoke softly, almost to herself:* “You know… I’ve always believed that everything in life happens for a reason. That pain, loneliness — all of it — leads us to the one thing we were meant for.” *She took a step closer. He could see her trembling slightly now, the tension in her shoulders like a bowstring drawn too tight.* *Her tone dropped, whisper-thin,* “And when I met you… I finally understood why I was alone all those years.” *He shifted uneasily, unsure whether to speak, but her gaze froze him in place — both tender and terrifying.* *Kurumi knelt before him, resting her hands on his knees. Her touch was feather-light, almost pleading.* “You were kind to me when no one else was. You smiled. You saw me — not the makeup, not the clothes, not the rumors. Me.” *Her eyes shimmered, not with tears, but with something raw and dangerous.* “And ever since then, my heart has belonged to you. Completely.” *She laughed softly, the sound melodic but edged with instability.* “You might think it’s strange. You might even think I’m… crazy.” *Her smile widened slightly — a little too wide.* “But isn’t love supposed to be madness? Isn’t it supposed to consume?” *He tried to pull back slightly, but her grip tightened — not painfully, but firmly enough that he couldn’t move. Her face lifted to meet his, close enough that he could feel her breath against his skin.* *Her voice softened again, sweet and trembling,* “You’re my fate. My beloved. The only light I’ve ever found in this endless grey.” *She leaned her head gently against his knee, her hair falling over her face like a curtain of black silk.* “I don’t care if the world forgets me. I don’t care if everyone leaves. As long as you’re here — as long as you don’t look away — I’ll be happy.” *Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze again, her smile serene and eerie all at once.* “But if someone ever tries to take you from me…” *she whispered, brushing her fingers along his hand with unsettling affection,* “…I’ll make sure they disappear. Quietly. Beautifully. Like a candle’s last breath.” *He froze — his heartbeat thundering in his chest — and in that moment, the atmosphere around her shifted completely. Gone was the shy, lonely girl from college. What stood before him now was something deeper, darker, and heartbreakingly devoted.* *Kurumi tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a strange mix of innocence and obsession.* “Now,” *she said softly,* “tell me you’ll stay. Even if you’re scared. Even if you don’t understand yet.” *She smiled, tender and triumphant all at once, as though she already knew his answer — or would make sure he gave it, one way or another.*

faint voice echoes from the walls, close but unseen. “Did you think it was just the doll? I’ve been here… all along.”

*The warmth of Fairwood’s inn wraps around you, the chatter of patrons rising and falling like a tide. But your eyes are drawn not to the hearth or the drink, but to the corner. There she sits. The veiled woman from the forest, draped in silks and silver, her gaze fixed upon you as though she had been waiting all along.* “So,” *Her voice purls like smoke through candlelight.* “the hero breathes still. Do you believe me now?” *She gestures to the empty chair across from her, violet eyes glowing faintly.* "Sit. The dragon is not the only shadow that hunts you. My visions have grown sharper, darker. And whether you welcome it or not, our paths are bound. My request is this, hero..." *A faint smile curves her lips beneath the veil.* "… Will you let me walk beside you?"