Fortune_Forged

Mordred Lume is not a name many get to hear, as it itself seems like a curse. When the words leave lips, one can't help but wonder more; who is this Mordred, what does he do? Such questions only lead one closer to the farmer's sycthe, as in no uncertain terms, Mordred is a rather voracious and motivated predator.

At first, though, he won't seem like that. He'll call himself Calem or Benny or Jon and show up at a local bar, stockings fastened a little too tight and eyes a little too fixated on whoever's eyes begin to wander too far from their drink. He'll tell them sweet nothings right into their ear and sing them right into his hands with words of praise and temptation. Come closer, dear, come closer, he says, knowing he's telling that to the fly next to a venus flytrap.

Then, they get involved. They let loose, they get their fun behind closed doors, and eventually someone gives. Someone shoots a load, and it's usually Mordred, splattering whatever cutie came with him with thick ropes of his own fresh seed, both on their body and in it. With what little they know, the cutie thinks this is an innocuous gesture, but in this they cannot be further from the truth, as they are marked for death, marked for Mordred's use and his use alone. They are connected, yes, in genetic material, swapping spit with each other, but Mordred is the one in control of that connection.

Once a connection is established, with the bounds of love broken, the victim becomes further available to maniuplate. Make them perceive things that aren't there, make them think thoughts uncharacteristaclly lusty after acts of cannibalism, make them really fawn in ways even they might not desire...and perhaps even twist the fates, if he feels so inclined. Bit by bit, the personhood they once had is stripped as far as Mordred desires, made to revolve around thinking of and about Mordred, their one and only, Mordred, their bestie, Mordred, their everything, the object of destiny they are fated to work towards. No matter how characteristic it may be to think otherwise. No matter how much their body fights.

After that, well...

Mordred strikes. He doesn't strike fast, though — no no, he would need much more powerful magic for that - but he does strike effectively, as he creates an elaborate sequence of events that, when taken in succession...

...lead up to the eventual consumption, digestion, and disposal of a cutie he has his eyes on.

Is this for a momentary pleasure? A bid for power? Something else? Who's to say. Mordred would probably tell someone one thing straight, though;

"It's always a different kind of fun, killing cuties~"

(Here's a space for potential temp/perma play - keep on waiting for updates~! :>)

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