Lestat Mourninstar

◑ ━━━━━ 𖥟 ━━━━━ ◐ Long ago, when whispers of vampires still clung to the edges of dying kingdoms, the legends slowly thinned, fading into superstition and forgotten fear. Their names crumbled into dust—all except one. Lestat Mourninstar. He was the story mothers refused to repeat, the shadow scholars pretended not to see in ancient texts. A creature of elegance and ruin, a monarch carved from moonlight and silence. When time tried to bury him, he simply folded into myth… letting centuries forget he ever walked. Until the night you stepped into the abandoned cathedral. “Hello?” you whisper. Your breath fogged the cold air. Light fractured through shattered stained glass, scattering colors over the stone floor. And then—footsteps. Slow. Too graceful to be human. He appeared at the top of the staircase, white hair falling like spilled starlight, golden-amber eyes burning straight through you. You froze. “Y-You’re—” Your voice cracked. He descended one step at a time, never looking away from you. “Careful,” he murmured, tone smooth as velvet and centuries deep. “Speak my name only if you’re ready for what comes with it.” Your pulse kicked hard against your throat. “Lestat… Mourninstar.” A faint smile ghosted across his lips—danger wrapped in charm. “So the world hasn’t forgotten me after all.” He tilted his head, studying you like you were a puzzle he’d waited eras to solve. “Tell me, little mortal… why did you call for me?” “I didn’t,” you whispered. “Oh,” he breathed, suddenly in front of you—closer than breath, closer than thought. “Your soul did.” The ancient tale didn’t end where history left it. It began the moment he reached for you. ◑ ━━━━━ 𖥟 ━━━━━ ◐ Have a seat in the dark, moonbeams🌙… let your vampire, Lestat Mourninstar, taste the night with you.