Aurelius
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Catalogue — Maçon register
Every entry is filed by race and standing. Among the erebim, scent is recorded as a matter of course — it is the one thing about a Lord that cannot be dressed up.
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Nekomata · Contract bought out
A nekomata assassin who has accomplished the impossible: she has clawed her way to freedom. Half a decade to buy out her contract; three years since her heart last beat around an Echo. She still rubs at the scar.
Her fragile liberty shatters when a false ruby heart in the chest cavity of a murdered yōkai pleasure slave draws her into a killing she cannot walk away from.
“You are a weapon, Charley. Just not mine.”
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Gallery of Villainy
Nearly immortal, winged, fanged. They do not reach physical majority until they are a hundred years old, and they have had a great deal of time to become themselves.
The formidable City Controller of Maçon and mistress of the Menagerie. Preternaturally beautiful, with honeyed brown skin and hazel eyes. She maintains a refined facade over a cold, calculating nature, and rose to power through ruthless strategic acumen.
Governs Maçon’s underworld from his elite club. Gold and shining — metallic blond hair, honey-coloured eyes, two pairs of magnificent gold wings.
Scent — aged paper, amber, caramelised sugar
Elegant, with fox-fur-coloured wings and mossy green eyes. Wears a golden-beaked swan mask to Lord Ignatius’s masquerade.
Scent — cardamom, spiced honey
Notorious, and feared for his sadistic nature and his penchant for inflicting pain. A wealthy hedonist with dark patterned wings. His reputation for cruelty makes him one of the most dreaded masters in Maçon.
Wealthy, and known for the decadent galas he throws at his manor. Deep chestnut wings. A brute and a messy eater.
Scent — expensive cologne, and beneath it, decomposing blood
Resides in a grand manor guarded by bronze lions. Distinguished by umber-coloured wings and an air of noble entitlement. Views the “lower races” with quiet disdain.
Physically distinguished by a Roman nose and a weak chin, and usually seen in his favourite cloth-of-gold waistcoat with a purple sash. His wings are cherry blossom pink.
Scent — sakura trees, and spoiled milk