#lenector

"I presume there's a very disturbing reason behind that which I'll regret asking," he quipped.

Lenore liked his genuine sarcastic replies. It had a special kind of allure to it. She loved their little banters. A spark that allured her. Like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Ugh, silly ,” she scoffed merrily. “Look: The black and the red, the night and the blood. These are the things that bind us together. The rings are a sign of loyalty to each other.”

“That’s actually…well, nice seems like the wrong word,” he chuckled, seemingly to take genuine interest in Lenore's dynamic with her sisters, despite him hiding it.

"It is nice," she affirmed.

"It's a different facet of you all. I suppose. Like this book"

"Oh?"

“Yes. It‘s a magical work, but it’s also…how do you describe it? Vampire philosophy. It’s fascinating,” Hector continued.

He was ever so subtly gushing. Lenore found it adorable how immersed in the subject he was.

“So now we’re not all monsters?” she quipped back. Meeting the one he dished out earlier.

"I didn't say that," he shot back, albeit playfully. An amused smirk forming in his face.

Never was there a human that Lenore found so adorable until now, until Hector. She was gushing with an excitment of her own. She has him right where she wants. She just needs to give him another little push and he'll be hers. She was ecstatic, like a predator about to grasp it's prey in her jaws.

"Go on. Admit it," she purred. She wanted him to admit that she wasn't some cruel callous monster. That he actually desired her.

“I admit there seems to be more depth to…what would you call it, vampire culture, than I thought,” Hector replied, his voice dipped in sass as he warmly smiled.

Teasing her. Oh he should know better than that. This pretty little human in a box, hung deliciously in front of her, like a delightful piece of meat primmed for devouring. If she hand any trace hesitation left it was non-existent now. Lenore knew she would bed this man tonight. She was hoping that he had already formed questions regarding the quilt she brought with her tonight. Her intentions for it, and with him.

“There are ideas about physical presence in the world, the importance of soil and landscape and being.” He paused to let out a hasty laugh. “I mean, actual philosophy. Amazing.”

So adorable, right where she wants him.

Lenore cooled herself. She couldn't falter now. Not when she's right at the precipice of devouring her sexy prey. She coolly stood up and glid over to the straw-bed, graciously spreading the quilt over it and plopped on it.

“Well, good. Then I have a philosophical question for you.”

Hector scooted his chair around to face her. The scrapping of the chair on the floor echoed around the stone walls. He suddenly grew more serious, a sense of curiosity upon him as he hid the eagerness surrounding her proposal.

"Alright," he said quietly, as if steeling himself.

“It’s… hard to do diplomacy when the other person is in a cage,” Lenore began. 

Her regretful wasn't a farce. She did in fact regret that an underrated gem like Hector was wasted away in this cell. He had talent, it just needed to be brought up, nurtured and not forcibly thrashed out.

"I can't disagree"

Lenore continued with purpose, her eyes narrowed down, still regretful for the man before her: “Diplomacy is compromise. I get something, you get something. Neither of us get everything we want, but we both leave happy.”

"You have my attention"

But you …you don’t even get to leave! You haven’t got anything. I have all the power, and you’re a pretty man in a box,” she calmly stated. She didn't had to lie anything with what she just said right now.

Hector was instantaneously hooked on the part of the sentence that Lenore wanted him to get affixed on.

"I'm....pretty?" He was taken aback. His dumbfounded look was both endearing yet it was also quite sad.

Tsk. He doesn't even know how good of a gem he his. Such a shame that he can't see his own value. His talents, his beauty, cruelly getting wasted by life's callousness.

“It just…doesn’t seem fair,” she continued confidently, ignoring Hector’s reaction at her compliment. 

“What’s happening?” Hector asked in further confusion. He was lost now. What vantage he had in this discourse was now lost as he found himself drowning in that one single compliment. 

“I’ve been awake all day, thinking about it. You, down here,” she mused aloud sadly. 

Indeed, he was right where she wanted him. 

“What’s the question, Lenore?” he demanded, his voice growing sharper and more suspicious. His face, showing hints of growing apprehensiveness.

Hector may have been naïve, but he wasn’t stupid. It was yet another thing that she liked about him so much. 

“What do you want?” she asked firmly. 

“I want to be let out.” His voice remained sharp and demanding. 

“I know, that’s all I can think of. That’s the only thing I can do for you.”

“But you’re not just going to let me out.” An edge of bitterness came with statement. But there was also a hint of sadness. As if he was cruelly reminded of his current position. No matter how nicely Lenore treated him, he was still her prisoner.

But she could work with that. 

“Well…no. I’m loyal to my sisters. To just fling open the door and say ‘Fly, be free, pretty human boy,’ that…That would be a direct betrayal,” she stated concisely. Honestly. 

A heavy pause hung in the air. 

“Come sit down,” Lenore prompted softly, gently patting the spot on the quilt next to her. 

Hector seemed to contemplate this for a few seconds, perhaps somewhat hesitantly, but then he obliged her. Just as he sat down, she grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together.

Lenore let out a slight giggle and playfully teased: “Also, you’d survive less than a day on your own.”

“That’s not true. Well, okay, that’s completely true and I would die almost immediately,” Hector retorted, his voice regaining it's playful and happy tone.

Yes. This was perfect. 

Lenore laughed more freely this time, truly enjoying his company, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. She let herself blush as she pulled back. His skin was warm and so alluring. She could hear his heart speed up at the contact. He definitely wanted her, and she let herself remember how he looked naked. How his blood tasted. So insanely delicious on both counts. 

“You only have one advantage in this whole negotiation,” she told him happily. 

“I’m not sure it’s an advantage.”

She let another brief pause hang in the air, ramping up to another little truth she’d slip him. One that would lodge itself in his brain forever and override all sense of logic. 

“I like you.”

Her voice was smooth like wine again, and Hector felt his heart practically explode. All these feelings he’d started having for her were indeed reciprocated! It seemed too good to be true. 

“Uh…That wasn’t what I was expecting to hear,” he stated, not even bothering to hide his surprise. 

“Well, what did you think your advantage was?” Lenore asked playfully. 

“You want me to do my human magic to give Carmilla an army of monsters.”

“Oh, that…” she began, her voice as sultry as ever. “I was eavesdropping on Morana and Striga during the day. They can buy mercenaries to fill out the army.”

Hector was utterly confused now. “I don’t understand. Carmilla’s given up?”

“She gets distracted. She calls it ‘the burden of genius.’ We could run out on her this morning and she wouldn’t notice for days,” Lenore announced confidently. She paused to cup his face, and Hector felt himself becoming hot all over as she said the next few sentences: “I’m loyal to my sisters. But what we’re doing is wrong. We could just leave, Hector. If you want to be with me.”

Ting

Hector didn't know what to do. His heartbeat thumping with excitment. He begrudgingly admitted to himself that he liked Lenore. He imagined himself with her many a night. But the revelation that she liked him back put a full stop to all of his thought processes. It overrided his logic as he stared into those beckoning jewels of fine Rubies that were her irises. His mind giving it out all sorts of signals but none of them told him to get away.

Lenore relished the look on the man before her. He was lost. His mind short-circuited with the truth she let slip. He looked like a lamb, a lamb for her to devour, she mused delectably. There was no going back for him after this.

She pulled him down, tugging his silver locks as she kissed him passionately. She tasted better than She smelled. His heart exploded with joy, this was the first time that someone wanted him, desired him. He almost burst into tears as he eagerly returned the passion.

The next thing he knew, she was removing his shirt off. Tracing her dainty fingers and nails down, on the line between his chiseled chest and abdomen, all the while looking at his body lustfully. Hector didn't know he was a man dying of thirst until someone gave him water, he didn't realise how good it felt to be wanted by a beautiful, intriguing woman. But no other women he had seen before could hold a candle to beautiful intriguing Lenore, the Vampire Queen.

He was now undressing her now. Gently pulling down her panties, down her long slender legs, down her sexy stockings. To his excitment he saw the glistening of her underwear, delighted that she shared the same excitement to take him in her. He had imagined this plenty of times. But to actually make love to her, to actually be inside her was more glorious than any fantasy his mind could come up with.

He followed the gentle lead of her hands. Following them to the letter, eager to please her. He placed gentle kisses on her neck, to her perfect breasts, to her taut stomach, down the insides of her thighs, all the way to her vagina, eventually making his way to her clit. He lapped his tongue on her sweet little bud away, enthusiastically licking it in rhythmic motions, acclimating to her folds. He licked away as if she was the only source of his nourishment, a thought he came to delight in as he felt her get wetter down there. He greedily licked up all of her juices.

Lenore threw her head back, whispering his name in ecstacy as she angled his head right where she wanted him, "God Hector," he was definitely trainable.

He licked away as if there was no tommorow. Eager to please his Queen. He licked up more of her wetness until she nudged him back up.

She tugged his hair again, towards her to give him a quick kiss. He was doing so good, passing her little test with flying colors. He proved himself to be orally gifted. Now it was time for her to see how he would do with his dick.

He was now Inside her. And she felt glorious. He felt pure, unadulterated ecstacy. His thigs enthusiastically crashing against hers, matching her rhythm, his member sliding in and out of her sent jolts of adrenaline throughout his body, making him crave her touch even more.

Dripping in sweat both lovers were white hot. Panting against eachothers temples as they kissed and felt up eachothers bodies. He was perfect. Lenore internally exclaimed, so eager to please, so needy for her touch. She licked his neck, gradually making her way to his Adam's apple, and his jugular. She teased him by brushing her fangs against the underside of his jaw as she delicately nibbled his ear. Her hands, gliding over his arms, to his shoulders, eventually making it's way to his ass.

His hands grasped against her thighs as he thrust with intent, delightfully crashing against her hips as he panted. She allowed him to pull her dress down, letting him savour her voluptuous breasts as his tongue swirled around her nipple, sucking it like scripture, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her chest.

This was better than any pleasure he had experienced in his meagre life. This was better than any other luxury he would ever have in the future. Her pussy clutching his cock rapturously. He needed to release, but he steeled himself. He needed to hold out. He needed to hold out for as long she wanted.

She was his saviour after all.

Lenore was sky high, her cheeks flushed with red as she brought Hector in for a quick kiss, she stared into his eyes. The love and adoration he delivered fueled her intensely. She knew he was inexperienced in sex- but he wasn't doing a bad job as he was en route to giving her a second orgasm. His eagerness to please her, to heed every syllable that escaped her lips far outweighed any cons that were now insignificant. Most of all, he proved himself to be trainable. His skill just needed honing.

Hector thrusted away as if there was no tommorow. She dictated his pace, making sure he hit that sweet spot just right. He lost himself inside her. He wanted to stay like this for eternity, pleasing her and earning her praises. Her whispers of his name were his reward. He felt her arms glide towards his chest, eventually cupping his face as she brought him in. Aquamarine Eyes met Irises of Pristine Rubies. They were drunk, on eachother.

"Will you come with me?" Her voice, silky like fine wine, beckoning him to give in to her.

"Yes, yes," he whimpered.

"Be mine," she tugged him closer, their temples pressing against eachother.

"Tell me you're mine," she tugged his locks harder. Their lips, just inches apart from tasting eachother again.

"Yes, I'm yours," he panted. It didn't matter what she was asking of him. He would gladly kiss Carmilla's boots for her if she asked of him.

"Tell me you belong to me," she whispered against his ear, her sultry voice enscapulating him into a deeper level ecstacy that he could ever imagine.

I belong to you. I'm yours. Now and forever. My skills, my body, my soul, my blood, they all belong to you my queen.

He couldn't whimper those thoughts out loud into the world. His mind was too far gone to execute coherent sentences.

"I belong to you," he groaned raspily.

"Be loyal to me. Please," her thumb cupped his lower lip followed by her arm gliding over to his left arm. Hector wanted to answer then and there, he didn't want to keep his queen waiting. He panted. Catching his breath.

"Say it," Lenore moaned as she threw her head back. "Please," her sultry voice reverbated in Hector's ears. Her arm gliding over his left forearm.

"Please. Hector," she moaned, a pleading look in her eyes. Hector hated to make her wait. He mustered his mind to form one coherent sentence.

"I will be loyal to you!" He groaned.

Ting

The pain that followed was far too fresh for Hector to forget as he stepped back to watch his creation come to life.This was the last body of the night that he breathed new life into. A Minotaur like monster rose from the altar. Huffing the cold air. He soothed it by gently placing his left hand on it. The hand where the ring rested, it suddenly singed at the contact, reminding the forgemaster that the creature’s loyalty wasn't exclusive to him anymore. He commanded it to join the others as it got escorted out of the room by a pair of guards into the night.

"I'll be loyal to you"

He truly was fate's favourite plaything if he cringed at his own words. He pledged his loyalty to Lenore as she placed the ring on him. The verbal affirmation was all that was needed for the ring to activate and send searing pain throughout it's body as it imbued it's magic deep In him, deep In his blood. He felt he was getting stabbed with a thousand burning knives all at once as he untangled from her, putting an abrupt end to their tryst.

Lenore later paraded him around the council room, in front her sisters. Proud of herself for securing his Loyalty and Styrias future. Familiar voices plagued his head again as he was cleaning up.

"The house would need a really big bed.Turns out he's actually fairly good at sex and I want to train him"

"Shush the real people are talking"

Lenore deceives Hector into having sex with her by pretending to support his desire to escape the situation he's trapped in, making him trust her on false pretenses; the support Sunny's friends give him is based on a lie he subconcsiously knows about, but doesn't divulge for the sake of covering his ass.

Hector reminds Lenore of the slave ring (a magical binding ring she used as a way to prevent him from fleeing the castle and/or rebelling against his captors), to which she only brushes him off by insinuating he was “having fun" when they had sex and Hector never brings up the subject again; Omori points out that the support Sunny uses to get through the final boss fight is based on the lie that Mari killed herself when Sunny was the one to accidentally kill her, and the game frames his point as unworthy of consideration solely because he’s Sunny’s evil mental illness.

Hector (presumably) makes peace with Lenore's abuse and then allows her to kill herself when she decides she doesn’t want to live anymore; Basil (presumably) makes peace with Sunny before the latter moves away despite Sunny’s abandonment of Basil prior to the game’s events. Both Lenore and Sunny abandon the person they're supposed to care about to the consequences of their own actions - twice, in Sunny's case.

Both Lenore and Sunny's suicides make the act look easy. The former kills herself on a whim and it's framed as romantic (with the show's director, Samuel Deats, outright confirming her death was presented as beautiful "for effect"); the latter’s fate is determined by a single "Yes/No" choice prompt after the final boss fight and the game frames him throwing himself off a roof if you select "No" as a joke by setting the cutscene to a cheery pop song.

Lenore barely shows any care about Hector's mental well-being since she's only concerned about his physical comfort; Sunny only imagines doing something nice for Basil by watering his flowers in Headspace without ever doing anything for him when he has the chance to.

Lenore seeks Hector's company only to complain about her woes; Sunny joins his friends again only because he's about to leave in 3 days.

NFCV's story wants the audience to forgive Lenore since she's sad about feeling useless even though she never does anything substantial to indicate she's changing into a better person; OMORI's story wants the audience to forgive Sunny since he's sad about killing Mari and abandoning his friends even though he never does anything substantial to indicate he's changing into a better person.

Hector's trauma is framed as irrelevant compared to Lenore's whining about how she feels useless; the grief Sunny's friends experienced in the four years before the game's events and are experiencing during said events is practically glossed over in favor of emphasizing how sad Sunny feels.

Lenore's rape by deception is trivialized into her making dick jokes with her victim, the very first scene of them together after her betrayal in the previous season, that is framed as a cute bonding moment; Sunny's manslaughter of Mari is trivialized into him having a nice picnic with his friends in front of her grave, a wholesome scene that ignores how he is sitting near the grave of the loved one he killed with his own hands, surrounded with his unaware friends, without as much as a hint of guilt (which could've been easily represented by Something)

As noted by the post's title and its introduction, the fact those two characters have this much in common is baffling and honestly disturbing. I shouldn't be able to compare a 16-year-old teenager to a 200-year-old rapist vampire that easily. That brings me back to the question posed by the title - why are they so similar when they shouldn't be?