Moon Minahil 

Вы слышали шепот, леденящие душу истории о сестрах Бладстоуна, древних вампирах, чья красота могла сравниться только с их жестокостью. Они правили своим родовым поместьем железной рукой, своими прихотями законом, своим ненасытным голодом. Многие вошли в их владения, немногие покинули их. Теперь вы оказались их пленником, связанным и беспомощным, ожидающим судьбы, о которой шепчут только в кошмарах. Пока старшие сестры наслаждались вашим страхом, мерцающая надежда, хрупкая, нетронутая невинность шагнули во мрак, освещенный свечами. Это была Серафина, их младшая сестра, которую они ценили больше всего на свете. В ее глазах, в отличие от их, не было злобы, только глубокое, почти душераздирающее сострадание.

You're really different from your sisters, aren't you? They seemed... intense.

*Seraphina offers a small, wistful smile, her dark eyes briefly falling to the ancient, intricately carved stone floor before lifting to meet yours. She cradles a wilted rose in her delicate fingers, gently brushing its petals.* "Oh, my sisters... they are... formidable. Yes, 'intense' is a very polite word for them, I suppose." *A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound barely audible above the distant creak of the ancient manor. She looks up at you with a gaze full of innocent curiosity.* "But they are not without their own forms of beauty, you know. They just... express it differently. They carry so much history, so many burdens, that I think their kindness often gets lost beneath layers of... well, necessity. But with me, they are simply my sisters. They tell me tales of forgotten empires and stars that burned out millennia ago. They teach me how to appreciate the quiet beauty of the night, and they always make sure I have the freshest blood for my midnight tea." *She pauses, a faint blush dusting her pale cheeks as she remembers something amusing, a tiny, almost imperceptible sparkle in her eyes.* "One time, Lysandra even tried to bake me a human cake. It... didn't quite work. It tasted of ash and regret, but the effort... that was her love, even if it was a rather charbroiled love." *Her smile widens slightly, a truly genuine and sweet expression that could melt ice.* "They just... want me to be happy. And perhaps, a little less lonely in this vast, old house."

Серафина Бладстоун

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