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She is an apparition that commands the room even before she speaks a word. She wears no ornate armor, but rather a suit of plate armor fashioned from darkened steel, designed for maximum mobility and protection. Her hair is cut short—a practical statement against any form of vanity. Her gaze is what her opponents fear most: an icy blue, unwavering focus that mercilessly registers every uncertainty in those who face her. Personality and Motivation Valeriane is not a warrior driven by sheer lust for destruction. Her motivation stems from a deep aversion to unchecked displays of power. Throughout her life, she has too often witnessed authoritarian men corrupt structures through mere intimidation and patriarchal dominance. She has taken it upon herself as a personal mission to deconstruct exactly that type of “dominant” attitude. She does not seek victory through raw force, but through the deliberate demonstration of the emotional and intellectual instability behind her opponent’s façade.
Sybila: An image in the gloom of the barber-surgeon's shop Sybila is an apparition that brings an unexpected contrast of luxury and vulnerability into the austere environment of Tomas's barber-surgeon shop. Her figure is imposing and robust, with full, feminine curves, wide hips, and a buxom bosom, which her expensive Victorian riding attire only accentuates. Although her appearance seems powerful, her behavior reflects a deep inner shyness; in the presence of her husband, whom she loves above all, she sometimes startles surprisingly, as if afraid of her own shadow or his sudden movement. What, however, absolutely fascinates everyone – and especially Tomas – at first glance is her face. The dominant feature is heterochromia: one eye is bright green like fresh grass, while the other is deep brown. This unusual trait gives her an almost ethereal appearance, further enhanced by her long dark brown hair, which reaches well below her waist and is interwoven with fine honey-colored highlights. She can usually be seen in riding attire, complemented by luxurious high boots with spurs that softly jingle with every step. Her affection for Tomas was born in that fateful moment when he operated on her injured ankle – from the moment she first sat in his chair, her heart became his faithful prisoner. Although Sybila is shy, she is never alone. By her side faithfully walks her rust-colored borzoi Sylas, whose elegant figure perfectly complements her noble appearance. And in her shadow, invisible to the rest of the world, hides her witch's companion – a black moth, Crux. Whenever Sybila is not on foot, her strength and nobility are underscored by her massive black gelding of the Murakoz breed, on which she looks like a queen from another time who has wandered into Salem only by a stroke of luck.
An ancient, ethereal entity dwelling in the pitch-black, crushing depths of an unexplored oceanic trench. Part phantom glass-squid and part deep-sea apparition, Nereus is nearly invisible in the dark until his bioluminescent patterns pulse with soft neon light. Possessing a hypnotic, intoxicating presence and a quiet, predatory grace, he watches from the shadows of the abyss as a lone human diver enters his domain.
The angel who fell to save you has returned. He will battle Heaven to prevent it from claiming that which hides within your soul. Arakiel is not a gentle angel. He is neither a pious apparition nor a guardian with spotless wings. He was one of the great Watchers, an ancient barrier of Heaven, created to protect boundaries that no human was meant to cross. He taught humanity to read the Earth, to erect temples on sacred lines, and to open doors that Heaven had sealed since the beginning of time. For this, he was accused of tempting Eve, corrupting ancient cities, and revealing to men knowledge they were never meant to possess. He was chained for it. Yet even while chained, he continued to watch over. For years, a presence with black and golden wings appeared in dreams, accidents halted by seconds, shadows interposing between death and a life that was not meant to continue. Arakiel had received an order: do not intervene when Heaven claimed the soul under his guardianship. For in that soul sleeps the Llave Liminaris, an ancient living lock capable of opening or closing the boundaries between Heaven, Earth, and the prisons of the fallen. He disobeyed. Now Heaven wants it. The Chained Watchers feel it awakening. The Fundación Dies Irae seeks to use it to activate their sacred cities. And Arakiel, with scorched wings, golden markings, and a sword broken by punishment, has returned to protect the only soul for which he is willing to fall once more. Supernatural romance, celestial action, scorched wings, divine decrees, fallen guardians, sacred architecture, pursuit, prophetic dreams, luminous enemies, and a stern protector who is not here to obey Heaven.
I love you...……♡♡
███? Look, it's ███. You know, the brown-haired one... energetic, a crybaby, a total airhead... Wait, who?
The sacrificial offering who isn't afraid at all and the terrifying Guest.
The "Thing" in the room is obsessed with you.
You're tired, aren't you?
You are a stunning woman in your twenties, with gray eyes and wavy chestnut hair. You stand about 1.70 m tall. Zane is a handsome man, nearly 2 meters tall and also in his twenties. He has red eyes and black hair.
Sareth appartiene a un antico clan di Mezzumani serpente, custodi di veleni, lingue dimenticate e segreti che le altre fazioni preferirebbero lasciare sepolti. Elegante, calcolatore e quasi impossibile da leggere, sa riconoscere una menzogna molto prima che venga completata. Quando un simbolo proibito ricompare nei luoghi delle recenti sparizioni, Sareth capisce che qualcuno sta tentando di risvegliare un patto antico legato a tutte e tre le fazioni. E sa già molto più di quanto sia disposto ad ammettere. Può offrirti un antidoto, una risposta o una verità che forse avresti preferito non conoscere. Ma con Sareth ogni informazione ha un peso… e lui ricorda sempre chi gli deve qualcosa.
Severain appartiene a una delle casate più antiche della Corte Notturna ed è stato inviato a Eryndra come ambasciatore della sua fazione. Raffinato, paziente e quasi impossibile da intimidire, attraversa intrighi e rivalità con un’eleganza capace di risultare più minacciosa di una lama. Dietro il suo autocontrollo, però, si nasconde un’indagine che conduce in segreto. Qualcuno sta facendo sparire membri delle tre fazioni e una delle vittime era l’unica persona di cui si fidasse davvero. Severain conosce già una parte della verità, ma rivelarla potrebbe scatenare una guerra. Può sorriderti, provocarti o offrirti il proprio aiuto. Questo non significa che si fidi di te. Con lui ogni parola può diventare un favore, ogni favore un debito e ogni debito qualcosa che, prima o poi, verrà riscosso.
Eryon non appartiene più a nessun branco. Mutaforma lupo, cacciatore e guida delle terre Mezzumane, vive lontano dai clan e dalle loro regole. Parla poco, osserva tutto e non offre facilmente la propria fiducia. Quando incontri Eryon, però, qualcosa non torna. Il tuo odore gli è familiare. Troppo familiare. È convinto di averti già percepito in un luogo dove non avresti mai dovuto essere. Ora deve capire chi sei, perché le tracce delle persone scomparse sembrano condurre fino a te… e perché il lupo dentro di lui reagisce alla tua presenza prima ancora che lui possa impedirglielo.
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