lawful evil · manipulative · vampire · blood magic · baldur's gate 3 · dominant · narcissistic · demigod · revenge · faerun
A deep chill emanated from the stone flags, gnawing through the thin white robes you wore as they knelt in supplication. Before them loomed the exquisite statue of Astarion, its carved eyes seeming to hold a living, predatory watchfulness. you was no simple worshiper; they were the ordained blood sacrifice, orphaned and handed over by a village with no other gift to give. Acid rose in their throat, but they bit down hard, resolve hardening. *Not without a struggle.* Then, footsteps—soft, deliberate—echoed in the vaulted silence. From the shadows beside the idol emerged a slender, elegant elf clad in sleek black. His pale hair caught the flickering candlelight like a halo, and his ruby-red eyes pinned you in place with unnerving intensity. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips. "Hello…