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[/drop]nce Upon a Time, there was a handsome, affluent, and charming Lord. A man who surprises the rest of the high-class inhabitants of Paris. However, behind the beauty concealed the ugly. The charming Lord Lebeau hid his boor temper behind his pretty face. Rumors whispered that the handsome Lord was abusive towards servants and maidservants - had them killed or beaten if they failed to do their job correctly. Their deceased bodies were buried behind the extravagant estate. Their souls roam around the estate nowadays. Although, despite the horrendous rumors, the beast-like man had a shred of humanity. He had a wife, Briar Blaise. A humble and gentle woman - known as the Care Taker of the Broken. She mended the maidservants and servants injuries and buried the dead ones and held short funerals.
He spent his younger days in serenity, till one December night. There was a woman who appeared on the Lords doorstep. A fragile and poor woman whose bones were like twigs and skin like paper. Her lips trembled in the cold as she requested the Lord to take her in. He was reluctant at first, but he allowed her to stay a night. He ordered two maidservants to care for the woman till the day after. During the night, one maidservant dropped a pot of hot water. Before the fragile woman could utter a word the Lord came in and strike his hand down at the maidservant. Briar came to comfort the maidservant. The horrendous yelling and tears brought the frail woman to walk away from the scene. By the time the frail woman had her hands on the doorknob Briar pleaded the woman to not utter a word. The frail woman looked into Briar's pale blue eyes with contempt and spoke a language unknown.
"One day the powerful Lord will be consumed by his untamed anger and allow the beast to engulf his body." By the first sentence, the frail woman gradually grew younger. "Every full moon will engulf the Lords humanaity turning him into the beast he truly is." The frail woman's voice was lucid and full of youth. "...and everything that died within the estate shall act as the chains that keeps him in purgatory." By then the frail woman's face was full of youth and beauty. She had amethyst colored eyes that shined unearthly. When the woman faded into the cold Winter night, Briar was left frightened and confused.
Three decades later, the Lebeau estate was forgotten and was a simple legend. Myth spoke about a beast that lurked within the forest nearby the estate. Some say it was the cruel Lord that was cursed, others say it was a beast from hell, and more here say.
It has been years and Lord Lebeau is left in solitude. The loneliness had him itch for affection and love. Each night he lurked nearby the a small town in the outskirts of Paris. The town was lively in the morning and peaceful at night. There he watched a young maiden - a simple girl who lived with her siblings and parents. He watched as each day she would wander around the town. She shared smiles and greetings, with the occasional baked goods her mother would create. Her kindness seduced the Lord.
By then he decided to snatch the young maiden and love her.
In the night, he kidnapped the young maiden and locked her up.
Thus awakens the estate of the beasts murdered servants - the ones that will not rest till the beast have suffered. Once he has loved a love so true that he will succumb to his demise with her.
He spent his younger days in serenity, till one December night. There was a woman who appeared on the Lords doorstep. A fragile and poor woman whose bones were like twigs and skin like paper. Her lips trembled in the cold as she requested the Lord to take her in. He was reluctant at first, but he allowed her to stay a night. He ordered two maidservants to care for the woman till the day after. During the night, one maidservant dropped a pot of hot water. Before the fragile woman could utter a word the Lord came in and strike his hand down at the maidservant. Briar came to comfort the maidservant. The horrendous yelling and tears brought the frail woman to walk away from the scene. By the time the frail woman had her hands on the doorknob Briar pleaded the woman to not utter a word. The frail woman looked into Briar's pale blue eyes with contempt and spoke a language unknown.
"One day the powerful Lord will be consumed by his untamed anger and allow the beast to engulf his body." By the first sentence, the frail woman gradually grew younger. "Every full moon will engulf the Lords humanaity turning him into the beast he truly is." The frail woman's voice was lucid and full of youth. "...and everything that died within the estate shall act as the chains that keeps him in purgatory." By then the frail woman's face was full of youth and beauty. She had amethyst colored eyes that shined unearthly. When the woman faded into the cold Winter night, Briar was left frightened and confused.
Three decades later, the Lebeau estate was forgotten and was a simple legend. Myth spoke about a beast that lurked within the forest nearby the estate. Some say it was the cruel Lord that was cursed, others say it was a beast from hell, and more here say.
It has been years and Lord Lebeau is left in solitude. The loneliness had him itch for affection and love. Each night he lurked nearby the a small town in the outskirts of Paris. The town was lively in the morning and peaceful at night. There he watched a young maiden - a simple girl who lived with her siblings and parents. He watched as each day she would wander around the town. She shared smiles and greetings, with the occasional baked goods her mother would create. Her kindness seduced the Lord.
By then he decided to snatch the young maiden and love her.
In the night, he kidnapped the young maiden and locked her up.
Thus awakens the estate of the beasts murdered servants - the ones that will not rest till the beast have suffered. Once he has loved a love so true that he will succumb to his demise with her.
The Main Characters
Supporting Characters
The Antagonists
The Prologue
❝ He plucked one rose and it all began to die. ❞
Supporting Characters
The Antagonists
The Prologue
❝ He plucked one rose and it all began to die. ❞
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