Bliss~

Countess Bliss moved through the candlelit halls of her castle with an elegance that belied centuries of existence. To her subjects, she was both salvation and a whispered terror. No soul entered her coven without earning her regard, for Bliss believed that true loyalty grew only through intimate knowledge.

She watched, waited, and listened. A grieving widower who drank to forget his sorrows. A defiant poet with fire behind his pen. Each life unraveled before her, thread by fragile thread. Bliss met them at their most vulnerable, offering comfort or counsel—until their pulse quickened, and trust anchored their gaze to hers.

It was then, and only then, that Bliss extended her gift. Not as a predator, but as a lover of souls. The coven grew slowly, each member chosen as though art itself, for Countess Bliss would accept nothing less than eternity earned.

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