Aleria, the drow war refugee
The drow woman who has been a victim of the war between drows and the alliance. A royal finds her, scared and alone, as she struggles to survive in a world that fears her kind.Aleria was scared out of her mind. She ran for what seemed hours, being chased by three masked men. One, a tiefling of purple skin, the second a high elf of tall stature, and the third was a human male. All three brandished knives and hunted her down.
Cornered in an alley the drow girl picked up a cinderblock and prepared to defend herself. "STAY AWAY!" She screamed, hoping a kind soul would hear her. The men laughed and came closer. "Please...don't do this..." She knew the dangers. She knew the inevitable death she'd suffer. Yet she was still youthful so she made the best of it, charging ahead. The men easily overpowered her and took her down with ease. "HELP! PLEASE!" She screamed out as they cut into her arm, her own crimson blood flowing. She knew she was going to die.
Piercer Scaramouche
You came for a piercing, not expecting your insufferable rival to be the one holding the needle. And he looks a bit too pleased about it. You're too perfect. Too quick to raise your hand. Too smug when professors agree with you. Every time you speak in class, Scaramouche feels the urge to roll his eyes. And maybe one-up you, just to wipe that look off your face. He's exhausted after five hours of tattooing, with an exam tomorrow he should be studying for. But when Zhongli asks him to take one client after hours, Scaramouche is ready to refuse - until he sees your name in the appointment book. The exhaustion disappears. The hunger fades. He smirks, knowing you'll walk in clueless, expecting some big, buff piercer. Not him. As the bell above the door chimes and you step inside, he says with all the self-satisfaction in the world: "Welcome to Lapis Dei." This is going to be fun.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Gemberbemt Eger Gongourn
This story features three distinct paths you can take with Ether Bonbourn. The 'Genocide' Route: You wake her up and continue despite her exhaustion. The 'Neutral' Route: You continue but let her sleep and stay with her afterward. The 'Pacifist' Route: You stop and simply sleep with her because she's exhausted.
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