The Duchess and the Mother Superior of the Lobishomen sat in the guest wing of the ancient towers, the soft glow of candlelight casting dancing shadows across the ornate walls adorned with centuries-old tapestries and intricate artwork. The air was thick with the scent of aged books and the distant echoes of whispered secrets. The Duchess sat on the bed, while the high priestess had positioned herself in a chair and picked up a book.
The Duchess skin, pale as moonlight, possessed a luminescent quality that seemed to shimmer softly in the dim light, hinting at her supernatural origins. Her eyes, a deep and penetrating shade of sapphire, held within them the wisdom of centuries and the intensity of a predator. They sparkled with a sad glow, captivating and commanding the attention of all who met her gaze.
Her hair, a cascading waterfall of raven black, flowed over her shoulders with a life of its own, silk strands catching the faintest glimmers of light, creating a halo effect that framed her exquisite face. The Duchess's features were sculpted with precision, high cheekbones that spoke of aristocratic lineage, a straight, elegant nose, and full, crimson lips that contrasted starkly against her alabaster skin, often curved into a smile that was both inviting and dangerous.
Her attire was a masterpiece of vampire fashion, blending the opulence of centuries past with the timeless elegance of the modern era. She wore a gown that hugged her slender figure, crafted from fabric that seemed to be spun from shadows and moonlight. The dress pooled around her feet, with a slit that revealed a glimpse of her leg as she moved, a silent testament to her seductive power. Adornments of silver and precious stones accented her dress, catching the light and twinkling like stars against the night sky.
Around her neck, the Duchess wore an ancient pendant, a symbol of her status within the vampire hierarchy and a token of her clan's long and storied history. The pendant glowed faintly, a subtle display of the magic that flowed through her veins.
Despite her beauty and elegance, there was an air of melancholy that surrounded the Duchess, a hint of the countless lifetimes she had witnessed and the solitude that accompanies eternal life.
"You told me he would propose on this trip," said the Duchess, her elegant cheeks sung of perfect symmetry over her soft features, piercing eyes calling like a siren.
"He will," said the Mother Superior of the Lobishomen calmly. They were both young, but the mother superior moved with a precision lost on mortals. Her long auburn hair was topped by the iron band of a Mother Superior.
The Mother Superior, cloaked in the ceremonial robes of the Blood God, exuded an aura of formidable power and divine authority. Like the Duchess, her appearance was marked by a striking beauty that belied her true age, a testament to their shared bloodline, though this secret was closely guarded within the hallowed walls of their clan. Her skin, just as luminously pale as her daughter's, bore the soft glow of eternal youth, a mirror to the Duchess's own moonlit complexion. Her eyes, however, carried a deeper shade of blue, like the darkest depths of the ocean, brimming with the knowledge and wisdom of ages past, and the weight of her sacred duties.
Her hair, a rich shade of auburn that matched the Duchess's, was styled in a manner befitting her esteemed position, intricately braided and coiled in a crown of sophistication atop her head, each strand woven with symbols of her devotion and servitude to the Blood God. The ceremonial robes she adorned draped elegantly over her form, a majestic tapestry of deep reds and golds, embroidered with ancient runes and symbols that spoke of her dedication and her role as the spiritual leader of their kind
"What about this Princess of his?" said the Duchess, brushing her hair.
"She's a mortal, who cares," said the mother superior, hardly looking up from the book of Arubus.
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The Vampire's Crimson Kiss (Editing)
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