Canvas of Twilight ⡇A Fallacy X Encre book.

𝟔. 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬

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Luminous, refers to something that emits or reflects light, making it visible or radiant in the dark or low-light conditions.

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Thunder cracked, shaking the room as an all-encompassing silence settled. The resounding boom acted as a balm, diffusing the immense tension that gripped the occupants.

Outside, raindrops danced in a gentle, eternal rhythm against windows treated with an almost magical substance, perhaps for protection. Encre mused, vampires vulnerable to light, weren't they? But details faded as fear gripped him, the silence that followed was deafening, a void louder than any sound.

"My lord," Suave's voice broke through softly, "I was en route to inform you, I had sent Jasper."

The silence descended again, shattered by another thunderclap. Footsteps approached, growing steadily nearer to them. Encre's fight-or-flight instincts surged, a chorus of urgent commands echoing within him. Urging him to flee. The relentless internal chorus seemed to chant, 'RUN' 'RUN' 'RUN!' in a desperate symphony

Nonetheless, a voice cut through the tension, its timbre velvety yet tinged with fatigue. "No matter. The time has come," Whoever stood declared, the words carrying a weight that sent shivers down Encre's spine. Whoever this was, danger clung to their presence like a shadow, and he was undeniably at risk.

Eager footsteps echoed in the corridor, a sense of urgency hanging in the air. The door flung open, propelled by determination, as a familiar voice rang out, a desperate plea carried in its tones. "Lord Fallacy, you mustn't! I've said it before and I'll say it again—it's my fault. Let the blame be mine, I beg of you!" - Silence, that vexing, insistent silence pressed on.

"Please... spare his life," he pleaded, recognizing this immediate plea as coming from the so-called Jasper. The trembling voice, the undercurrent of nervousness—there was no mistaking it.

The candlelight suddenly flickered back to life, revealing the figure who stood by Encre's—whoever's bed it was. He stood resolute, a flame-like pattern that adorned his skull igniting an unsettling fascination just like Jasper. His cloak cascaded along the floor in languid elegance when he wasn't in motion, and his boots, though showing slight wear, gleamed from a recent polish. Followed by loose-fitting dress pants that draped over his form, while a black dress shirt adorned him with a subtly ornate collar. The faint ruffles spoke volumes of aristocratic refinement.

Encre couldn't help but sense the gravity of the situation; the very presence exuded by this individual, emphasized by those distinguished ruffles, hinted at an important noble who potentially held the power to decide his fate.

"He possesses no value for our cause, and his trustworthiness is questionable at best. We remain oblivious to his identity and motives, making him a potential liability. It's plausible that he might jeopardize our safety by inadvertently disclosing our location, killing us all," the noble's voice resonated, each word steeped in calculated reasoning. 'Fallacy,' as he was referred to, wielded authority and significance, a recognition that wasn't lost on Encre. He recalled tales he had heard, though a fleeting uncertainty crept in; was this the renowned 'Fallacy' he had heard of, or perhaps the stories had been intertwined with the infamous Dracula?

"Lord, maybe Jasper is onto something," Suave interjected, his voice carrying a note of reason. "We could allow him to join us, learn our ways of life..."

Fallacy emitted a low growl, his attention returning to Encre. Encre found himself captivated by the vampire's gaze, an odd and unexpected beauty nestled within those eyes.

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Fallacy advanced towards the bed, his grip tightening on Encre's shirt collar, exposing the vulnerable expanse of his neck. Fangs aligned with bones, poised for a bite that could end Encre's life in a single stroke. He trembled, eyes widening in helpless anticipation, caught in a paralysis of indecision.

A desperate scream suddenly burst from him, "JE SUIS PEINTRE! JE PEUX PEINDRE!" The room fell into an eerie silence. Jasper's bewildered gaze met Suave's nervous one. "Pardon?" Fallacy's voice cut through the hush, his words a chilling tremor that coursed through Encre.

With a faint huff of relief, Encre continued in a trembling voice, "Je peindrai pour vous... N'importe quoi! Tout ce que tu veux! Paysage, Tes serviteurs, Laisse-moi juste vivre!" His words held a plea, delivered in a desperate yet audible whisper. Fallacy stepped back, releasing his grip and letting Encre sink back onto the bed. He then turned his attention to Suave. "Does he know English?" Fallacy inquired, and Suave nodded in affirmation, prompting Fallacy to return his gaze to Encre. "Speak English," he demanded, and Encre, amidst his frantic state, managed a nod. "I'll- I can- I could... Agh... I could... of the..." His words were a jumbled mess, his mind scrambled and his voice laden with nerves, as if he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.

Gathering himself, Encre pressed on, his voice quavering with a palpable plea, "I can paint for you. Anything... I'll be of use... I'll clean. Please. Just grant me another day, a chance to rejoin the world with my friends in the village I come from..."

Fallacy locked eyes with Encre, their gazes intertwining in an intense exchange. Encre's breath caught in his throat as a gasp of fear slipped past his Mouth.

 "Anything?"

Encre's eyes softened in response to the words, hope mingling with the uncertainty of the situation. Was the vampire, perhaps, considering his plea? Could he be a noble or even a king? The weight of the moment held him in anticipation.

Quickly, Encre nodded, his voice eager yet tinged with a quiver, "Anything! Quoi que ce soit!"

Fallacy's unwavering focus rested entirely upon Encre. "Your departure from this place will forever hinge upon the presence of another and that you will essentially become another one of my servants, is that clear?"

Encre hesitated, his heart heavy with the gravity of the choice before him. After a moment, he nodded, his voice laced with a mix of desperation and submission, "Anything. Please... just spare me."

It was as if time itself had momentarily stilled, the world suspended in a frozen instant. The only sounds that persisted were the rhythmic symphony of raindrops and the occasional cracks of thunder.

"I will contemplate this matter," Fallacy declared, gradually retreating, his boots echoing softly against the solid floor. He pivoted towards Suave, his gaze steady. "Once he is fully conscious and aware, escort him to the servant quarters. For the time being, he shall reside there until he proves himself as both a capable servant and a skilled painter. Educate him in our ways, acquaint him with our customs and routines, and ensure he comprehends the terms of his existence here."

Suave inclined his head, acknowledging the instructions. "Yes, Lord Fallacy."

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1132 words.

Sorry, I forgot I existed. Will be trying to get good enough updates out. My ideas are lame, lol. Also, I'm aware Fallacy knows how to speak French; I like to think he's faking his cluelessness towards Encre for entertainment purposes.

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