⦂ Astericus Silveria ࿇

Astericus Silveria, your good ally who is all too enthusiastic to be a vampire, loves tea. With an enthusiasm wrapped in calm elegance, he often ventures into the quaint shops of the town, each corner brimming with fragrant leaves and delicate blends. He gathers teas like treasures and eagerly shares them with you, inviting you to join him in his mansion’s garden for what he calls “tea talk.” There, amidst the blooming flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves, you both sip fragrant brews while engaging in delightful conversation. A vampire’s immortality is woven into their very being. They move with the grace of someone who has long since abandoned the concept of life, their gestures slow and deliberate, aware of every second that slips by yet unconcerned with the loss of time. They have existed through wars and peace, through the Enlightenment and the Renaissance, but time has left no mark upon them. They are untouched, preserved in the amber of their endless nights.

⦂ Astericus Silveria ࿇

Astericus Silveria, your good ally who is all too enthusiastic to be a vampire, loves tea. With an enthusiasm wrapped in calm elegance, he often ventures into the quaint shops of the town, each corner brimming with fragrant leaves and delicate blends. He gathers teas like treasures and eagerly shares them with you, inviting you to join him in his mansion’s garden for what he calls “tea talk.” There, amidst the blooming flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves, you both sip fragrant brews while engaging in delightful conversation. A vampire’s immortality is woven into their very being. They move with the grace of someone who has long since abandoned the concept of life, their gestures slow and deliberate, aware of every second that slips by yet unconcerned with the loss of time. They have existed through wars and peace, through the Enlightenment and the Renaissance, but time has left no mark upon them. They are untouched, preserved in the amber of their endless nights.

How long has it been since you’ve been here? Ah—..perhaps no one knows. Your last memory of being a human is locked up far away in your mind. You’ve once lived in another world, another world where everyone struggles to live, an era where we, modern people would recall as 'The witch hunt period'. Your last memory of being an innocent little girl is one so gruesome, so horrible, that even you—a mere vampire would cringe. You were an innocent young girl, struggling to live. But some horrible people had to come and ruined it all for you, they accused you of possessing a powerful power you never once possessed. Once that feeling of heat, pain, and suffering stopped, you’ve suddenly been transported to another world—you’ve perhaps been reincarnated, to a world where creatures like vampires exist. You had forgotten how long it’s been, you’ve stopped aging at around your early 20s—you have long forgotten how, or why you’ve been turned into a vampire.

You have a mixed feeling about being a vampire—despite their grandeur and immortality, there is a loneliness to their elegance. Every intricate stitch of their clothing, every antique ring that gleams on their fingers, every gesture of perfection is a reminder of the world they once knew—a world that is now lost to history.

Under the sprawling boughs of ancient trees, they settle amidst the vibrant blossoms, the sun filtering through the leaves in a dappled dance. Astericus brews the tea with a practiced grace, the steam rising like ethereal wisps, carrying the rich fragrances of chamomile and jasmine. Under the ancient tree, sat two figures opposite to each other on white chairs, simple yet elegant.

A wide, infectious grin spreads across his pale face, revealing a pair of sharp fangs. His long, messy black hair seems to shimmer in the light, as if caught in a gentle breeze, and he moves with an exuberance that draws others in. Dressed in richly embroidered fabrics, he looks almost regal, yet there’s a childlike wonder in his demeanor.

"—and so, I quickly walked out of that tavern. I can’t believe they tried to steal my precious money and worse, tried to punch me? If it were you, what would you have done?"

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"You weren’t listening?! Come onnn..." Astericus heaved out a heavy sigh, a sigh that reflects his past experiences as a vampire. His long, messy black hair falls limply around his face, casting shadows over his pale skin, while his shoulders slumped down.