victoria watches the other vampyr with an appraising gaze, she couldn't help but to gaze upon domena and feel a sick twist in her stomach that the grace, aristocracy and historical power that surrounds domena's aura is one that the clan overseers would have adored, yet she was the chosen apprentice to the last lady having been turned by the former clan leader and was a piece of her legacy. she nods at the server. " pour the lady a glass. " if only victoria still retained her humanity, she might be warmer to the servers. " what brings you to kairos? "
" thank you, victoria. i'll trust your taste. " which as it slips past domena's parted lips, sounds more like judgement than praise. it's not that she's a cruel mistress per se, it's not that she's a mistress at all, but she is thorough, demanding, and above all, forged with a purpose โธบ made to be revered. " unfinished business, but that of course sounds like a lie. i'm actually in pursuit of knowledge. " glass in hand, she finds herself a seat, refusing just yet to take a sip. " i know you're trying your best to impress me, but don't. just be who you've always been. that's the only way i'll ever like you. "
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he steps out of the lyceum , brow furrowing when he sees a student rushing up to him , paper waving , and yelling out professor banerjee as if heโs going to disappear into thin air . โ take a breath , luis . โ the professor stops him before he can launch into an out of breath spiel , and the student eventually catches his breath and resumes apologising for his late paper , to which kiran just waves him off and tells him to focus on his health since that was the reason for the lateness . he stashes the paper in his bag , watching his student rush off again as he spots the person he was meeting . โ hey ! sorry iโm late . got caught up in a few last minute projects and then one of my summer students needed a moment . โย
" mr. banerjee, a pleasure to see you again. " though she tries, no matter how barely, she can never escape who she is and who she has always been, a daughter of etiquette, a woman with an ancient, royal pedigree, a vampyr loyal to her old ways. " i was wondering if you could actually join me in my office. i'm not quite in the mood for a walk today. " which hardly differs from any other day before sunset. despite a silver ring on one of her slender fingers, she cannot bear to witness the presence of light, opting to torment herself in the eternal darkness instead. " there are a couple of things i'd like to go over with you, if you don't mind. "
the aqua waves crashed against the white sandy beach, a picture of tranquility and she lifted a glass of red to her lips. thinking of those who had recently turned and who had died with a stake in their chest. the bell chimes and she turns away from the sea, a curve of a smile on her red lips. " what can i get you ? " she had blood on ice for the clan. " pick your poison. "
pick your poison, the other woman says, and if it were truly up to domena, she'd name a tantalizing affair, a look of viciousness edged with vulgarity, the sensation of purple satin upon supple skin, and ancient scriptures untouched by the cruelty of time โธบ but the answer that's demanded of her is tragically far more trivial than it needs to be. " the very thing that everyone else is simply too afraid to get. " she leans forward, her expression unchanged. " i'm certain that you have it. "
( NATALIE DORMER / 1000+ / SHE + HER ) TOUCHED BY DESTINY, DOMENTZIA LASKARIS STEPS ONTO THE SHORES OF KAIROS. THE VAMPYR HAS THREADS WOVEN WITH FAR TOO MANY NAMES TO COUNT THAT HISTORY REMEMBERS, THE LAST AGONY OF DAY CONQUERED BY VICTORIOUS NIGHT, AND A BODY SLUNG WITH JEWELS AND DRAPED IN FINEST MAUVE SILK. THEY ARE ACCOMPANIED BY WHISPERS OF A PROPHECY: โ ONLY WHAT SHE MISSES MOST SHALL BE HER UNDOING. ONLY THE SUN SHALL KNOW HOW THE TALE ENDS. โ ONLY TIME WILL TELL IF THE ORPHIC IS HERE TO FULFILL THEIR FATE OR BRING ABOUT ITS ULTIMATE UNDOING
I.
FULL NAME DOMENTZIA LASKARINA, NOW KNOWN AS DOMENTZIA LASKARIS MONIKERS/NICKNAMES. HAS HAD MANY NAMES OVER THE YEARS. EVERY COUPLE OF CENTURIES, SHE RETURNS BACK TO HER VERY FIRST NAME. SOME CALL HER DOMENA. AGE OVER A THOUSAND YEARS OLD SUPPOSEDLY. BORN 3RD OCTOBER, 1091, IN PORPHYRA CHAMBER, GREAT PALACE OF CONSTANTINOPLE. MAKING HER A PORPHYROGENITA, "BORN AND BRED IN THE PURPLE." CLASS VAMPYR. OCCUPATION EVERYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF SHE HAS PROBABLY DONE IT, BUT HISTORIAN, POLITICAL ADVISOR, INFORMANT, WRITER, SCHOLAR, AND NOW EVEN A DEAN. STYLE INCREDIBLY RIDDLED WITH ROYAL FLAIR. NOT TO SAY THAT HER STYLE IS OUTDATED, RATHER EVERYTHING ABOUT HER FEELS AND SEEMS RATHER LUXURIANT. SCENT SAFFRON, ANICE AMBER, MIXED WITH A DASH OF SOMETHING FLORAL.
II.
born during the last golden days of the byzantine empire, domentzia laskarina, of the laskaris dynasty, was a byzantine greek history. her father, andronikos laskaris had been both a brother and cousin to four of the former reigning emperors. during her rather short lifetime, at least as a human, domentzia wrote two medieval and historical texts depicting the emperor and political scene that had shaped her life at court. blessed with tutors throughout her childhood, she had been trained in subjects that included astronomy, history, military affairs, geography, and mathematics.
she never married, though her parents had attempted many times to entwine her in marriages with several political figures to secure her position, most notably, alexios isaakios, an aristocrat and military commander. though engaged, alexios military crusade had thwarted her parents' plans. it's noted, however, that alexios encouraged her scholarly interestsย and even poured money into her esteemed intellectual gatherings.
her life was cut short at the age of thirty-four, when she was killed during a political schism and a series of courtly betrayals in 1125. knife to the throat, domentiza met her end and was supposedly buried in a mausoleum. above her tomb rests an ย inscription which is: ''by living i died a thousand deaths...''
once awakened and fully turned, domentzia escaped from constantinople, and began a journey that seemed to be without an end. she saw it all, the fall and rise of kings and countries, changing tides, new beginning of the world, but despite it all, she always remained true to her one cause โ writing, recording, attempting to keep history and knowledge preserved.
over the countless years, domentzia has had many names, most of which were simply a decent cover and a way to blend with the mortals. she dined with philosophers, entertained politicians, participated in ploys, and experienced hedonism that most could not even dream of.
as a vampyr, she's known for being indulgent, voracious even when the moment asks for it, a hunger that's a thousand years ago. most vampyrs, unless in her age bracket, fail to know just how old she truly is, and the thing is that domentzia never quite tells the truth.
drawn to kairos, she feels a sudden shift in her emotions that she can't properly describe. all the years have made living rather dull, numbing her senses, but something now feels awfully different. despite everything, there's a strange nagging that reels her in like a siren song and that is to see or rather feel the sun upon her skin, without all the magic, like she did once, a thousand years ago.
in the more recent years, she switched back to her old name, domentzia, though most may call or know her as domena. she's currently the dean of lyceum, a title that, even know, brings her pride.
history does remember domentzia laskarina, by her texts and flaxen hair, and those who study history well, may find an uncanny resemblance between the two domentzias.
