Prologue.
The story begins when an Angel was born...
His name was Mortis. He was one of the most beautiful born within the light of heaven and his body, mind and soul were perfect, just as he had been created. However, as centuries passed on earth, the angel began to look upon the mortal soul with different eyes. A fasination with pain bloomed, and dark, erotic dreams as well as vanity began to fill his mind. These sinful thoughts started to taint his white skin and heart like a darkness, marking him unworthy to reside within heaven. Being less than perfect, he was unable to keep his purity. And so, he was banished to earth with a curse that would never allow him to feel the light of heaven again, and forever thirst for the blood of mortals.
Centuries passed, and his thirst intensified with every passing moon. His beauty slowly melted away. He was superior in commiting the sins of lust and greed, in love with vanity. In love with darkness.
One gibbous moon night, the eyes of Mortis were laid upon an infant child. Seeing her in a full extent of beauty and innocence, the dark angel wept. He wanted to have her for himself. So when the very next night came, and the moon was full, he brought to her a basket of red roses. She loved him immediately, too innocent to fear him, however as she came to embrace him, the urge to drink her blood was stronger than his love, even for a moment. She died.
Striken by the guilt of what he had done, Mortis hid deep into the shadows of the night. Blaming his eyesight for allowing him to fall in love with the beauty of the child, he made himself blind. His soul yearned for some way to perish from this world. As it came to be, he found a place where some amount of peace could be felt. Releasing his spirit free, it sunk deep into the earth and black roses began to grow. The Sanctuary of Black Roses was created. From then on, there he remained, far from mortality, and far from heaven. But the story does not end here. It is also said that one night Mortis found the child once again, but as a Vampire, living like an immortal butterfly all along. Once reunited, they played and held eachother until the sunrise, where they both perished within eachother's arms forever...
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It was 1782. Two beautiful women whom worked as prostitutes were captured in Saudi Arabia and taken to a mysterious manor in Serbia. One woman, who spoke her name as Leda, was placed in matrimony with the man who bought her and her sister, Luna. With the possession of bright eyes, pale hair and white skin they were great beauties, but not so human. They killed the man and took over his manor, and in doing so, broke the curse that had been laid upon the Sanctuary there for so many years. Awakening the dormant power, black roses began to grow once more, choking out the gardens that had bloomed in their place long before. A great amount of power was discovered here, and the succubusses that came to be brides now claimed themeselves to be Queens, and as the daughters of Lilith, ruled the night and the Sanctuary. Calling the creatures of darkness to them, their lineage bloomed so that no human could ever touch them. They worshipped the moon as well as the deity of the Goddess with unmatchable passion.
Queen Leda had a mate, and with his semen, bore a Fae from one of the black roses. She became the first Princess. As the Princess matured in her years, she was raised and prepared for the destiny to be the upcoming Queen who would rule next. It is written that when a Princess becomes Queen, her mother dies, and the new Queen is reborn within her with the spirit of Lilith. The ritual that would bestow death upon Leda was a success, though her daughter did not want to accept her royal position if it meant her mother's death. Taken deeply by greif, the daughter ran away from the manor and went to weep in the shadows of a garden. There she met a powerful demon. Trapped within briar thorns inside of a gazebo for centuries, she cut him free and was seduced by his whispers and desires. Losing her virginity that night, she reutrned to the manor and was never to see him again, but was with child. Refusing the wishes of Queen Luna to abort her pregnancy, she gave birth to a lethal creature. Though his eyes were blue and his skin as white as hers, he was no doubt a devil. The Prince of Black Roses was born...
His crown denied, the Prince used his life for training and was dedicated to becoming stronger with every passing night. He prayed to the Goddess and honored Her. Those around him either feared or admired his differences, and some whispered of a prophecy of a true son of Lilith who would conquor all. 650 years passed, and there was nothing left for the Prince here, in the Sanctuary of Black Roses. He decided to venture to the birthplace of his grandmothers, Saudi Arabia. He would build his power through slave trading, importing both human and supernatural beauties from all over the world to be captured and sold to him as well as to the other masters in competition.
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Masters...
It is a constant struggle, the art of love... when you are a sadist, that is. You must pay every gram of silver for each slave in order to obtain and keep the perfect wealth and glamour of your life, and be constantly aware of where others stand. Some may become jelous, and danger will be around every corner. To keep every slave happy is also an important factor in your climb to power...
Slaves...
Slaves may rebel or be obedient, whatever it is that lies in your heart and mind to be. There are jobs that you may take up in order to help and please your master, or you may refuse and possibly be punished until you agree to do so. All the power lies within the master, and though you may be caught in a web from which you cannot escape, it is your choices that mark the fate of what the spider shall do to you...
Set in the modern day, with a victorian era/arabic twist. Show us your darkest fantasies.
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Our Rules:
1. Limit yourself to what your character does, sees, feels, hears, thinks, knows and let other players decide this for their characters, don’t do it for them. That is known as god-modding and it defeats the purpose of roleplaying.
2. You cannot play characters of which other people have made, such as from another story or another player.
3. This cult is for people over the age of seventeen since the subject matter contains sex, language and violence which would not be suitable for someone younger.
4. Members cannot post new topics; any questions can be answered by staff or in chat.
5. You are required to use proper grammar and puncuation.
6. Use your imagination and be creative!
7. During roleplay, subject matter is not allowed to contain ideas of animal abuse, pedophilia, or any other form of illegal action. If it can't be shown on television, it can't be shown on here. That shit can stay out.
8. Doms [Master or Mistress] are hand-chosen by staff, this does not mean that you have to be staff, but only that you need the owner's permission to create a Dom character.
9. Doms are superior to slaves, meaning that a slave cannot overpower a Master or Mistress at any time. However, Doms are not privledged to god-mode either without prior consent. Whipcream
The Masters:
The Prince of Black Roses
Mistress Vanity
Mistress Freya
Master Baron La Croix
