Hannibal Lecter
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Hannibal was thick in every sense, from his calves to his waist to his arms. "I was a warrior when I was turned." He lifted up Amadeo and ducked his head down to bite away the leather. ~That should stop such issues.~ He sits in the water, legs apart, Amadeo between them.
December 13, 2025 at 2:01 PM
Hannibal was thick in every sense, from his calves to his waist to his arms. "I was a warrior when I was turned." He lifted up Amadeo and ducked his head down to bite away the leather. ~That should stop such issues.~ He sits in the water, legs apart, Amadeo between them.
Hannibal sweeps up Amadeo into his arms and carries him to the bathroom. There was a grand one in the centre of the estate but one closer to Hannibal's room. There, runn through the centre of the room was a stream. Hannibal removes his trousers and steps into the stream, Amadeo still in his arms.
December 13, 2025 at 1:45 PM
Hannibal sweeps up Amadeo into his arms and carries him to the bathroom. There was a grand one in the centre of the estate but one closer to Hannibal's room. There, runn through the centre of the room was a stream. Hannibal removes his trousers and steps into the stream, Amadeo still in his arms.
Hannibal speaks softly, calmly. "This is one of my wives. If she scares you then I will take you. Come along. Have a servant clean this and prepare something for Amadeo." Hannibal held his hand out for Amadeo to take.
December 13, 2025 at 1:25 PM
Hannibal speaks softly, calmly. "This is one of my wives. If she scares you then I will take you. Come along. Have a servant clean this and prepare something for Amadeo." Hannibal held his hand out for Amadeo to take.
Oh. ~Amadeo, my Sweet...~ Hannibal whistled and a ghost like figure appeared, floating down the hallway. ~Show him the bathroom. Shower him. Can you shower, Amadeo, or do you need my assistance? I do not mind either way.~
December 13, 2025 at 1:15 PM
Oh. ~Amadeo, my Sweet...~ Hannibal whistled and a ghost like figure appeared, floating down the hallway. ~Show him the bathroom. Shower him. Can you shower, Amadeo, or do you need my assistance? I do not mind either way.~
"Amadeo?" He called out, almost flying out of bed.
December 13, 2025 at 1:03 PM
"Amadeo?" He called out, almost flying out of bed.
"Dead or amongst my children, turned. Lucky souls."
December 13, 2025 at 7:24 AM
"Dead or amongst my children, turned. Lucky souls."
"They usually are. They usually kill within the day too. You, as am I, are exceptions. I take one only every few years."
December 13, 2025 at 7:00 AM
"They usually are. They usually kill within the day too. You, as am I, are exceptions. I take one only every few years."
"I am like one. I do have lived a thousand years and will live a thousand more. I lived long before the Romans. You might, too. My companions are often turned but that will be your choice, with time."
December 13, 2025 at 6:49 AM
"I am like one. I do have lived a thousand years and will live a thousand more. I lived long before the Romans. You might, too. My companions are often turned but that will be your choice, with time."
"Beloved by God. Beloved by me. It's okay, my Pup, you'll come to settle into my home well. I keep mine at least until adulthood. You'll learn to read, to play music, you have a wonderful life ahead."
December 13, 2025 at 6:40 AM
"Beloved by God. Beloved by me. It's okay, my Pup, you'll come to settle into my home well. I keep mine at least until adulthood. You'll learn to read, to play music, you have a wonderful life ahead."
Hannibal was across the enormous room, writing notes, his desk covered in candles. "Ah, my boy. My Amadeo. Do you know what that means?" He says with a smile, standing.
December 13, 2025 at 6:34 AM
Hannibal was across the enormous room, writing notes, his desk covered in candles. "Ah, my boy. My Amadeo. Do you know what that means?" He says with a smile, standing.
The boy was laid down in Hannibal's bed. While all the rest were being tortured and slaughtered, this mortal would be wrapped in silk sheets and sung to sleep.
December 13, 2025 at 5:54 AM
The boy was laid down in Hannibal's bed. While all the rest were being tortured and slaughtered, this mortal would be wrapped in silk sheets and sung to sleep.
~Hush, my child. You're in good fortunes, you will live a long and good life with me. I am the Father of All.~ His home is an estate, large and ancient.
December 13, 2025 at 5:41 AM
~Hush, my child. You're in good fortunes, you will live a long and good life with me. I am the Father of All.~ His home is an estate, large and ancient.
The boy is carried down out of the market, which erupts back to life once Hannibal leaves the vicinity. His home is a brief walk away with his vampiric strength.
December 13, 2025 at 5:22 AM
The boy is carried down out of the market, which erupts back to life once Hannibal leaves the vicinity. His home is a brief walk away with his vampiric strength.
-- "You will be given more than you deserve and less than you desire." Such was the cost of dealing the Devil, father of this empire of vampirism. He had turned many at this market, he was the arbiter of this dark gift. The coins are thrown down upon the ground, a sign of disrespect.
December 13, 2025 at 4:50 AM
-- "You will be given more than you deserve and less than you desire." Such was the cost of dealing the Devil, father of this empire of vampirism. He had turned many at this market, he was the arbiter of this dark gift. The coins are thrown down upon the ground, a sign of disrespect.
"Is he? For how underweight he is? He could barely fill as an appetizer. And if his breeding was so good, then he wouldn't have such marks, would he?" Armand was slung over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. The papers are slipped into a pocket, from which he produced gold coins. --
December 13, 2025 at 4:47 AM
"Is he? For how underweight he is? He could barely fill as an appetizer. And if his breeding was so good, then he wouldn't have such marks, would he?" Armand was slung over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. The papers are slipped into a pocket, from which he produced gold coins. --
A hum. "Unshackle him. Unless you wish me to tear him from them?" He was underweight, bruised and bitten, sullen and scared.
December 13, 2025 at 4:40 AM
A hum. "Unshackle him. Unless you wish me to tear him from them?" He was underweight, bruised and bitten, sullen and scared.
"Yes, Him." He would feed only from one for years at a time, in a pseudo relationship with the mortal he had chosen. "This will be my new chosen one. Come here." Of course the boy couldn't, he had to be unchained by the auctioneer.
December 13, 2025 at 4:24 AM
"Yes, Him." He would feed only from one for years at a time, in a pseudo relationship with the mortal he had chosen. "This will be my new chosen one. Come here." Of course the boy couldn't, he had to be unchained by the auctioneer.
-- Soft. Quiet. A boy of the sun with a rich tan. Curls highlighted by the sun. He steps up the podium and holds out his hand.
December 13, 2025 at 4:15 AM
-- Soft. Quiet. A boy of the sun with a rich tan. Curls highlighted by the sun. He steps up the podium and holds out his hand.
Hannibal had an acquired taste. The prettier ones, smaller. He thought of them as accessories, items to enhance himself. Women didn't suit his looks, his eyes passed over them entirely. He hated the noise of the auctions and enjoyed that his mere presence was silencing. There he is. --
December 13, 2025 at 4:13 AM
Hannibal had an acquired taste. The prettier ones, smaller. He thought of them as accessories, items to enhance himself. Women didn't suit his looks, his eyes passed over them entirely. He hated the noise of the auctions and enjoyed that his mere presence was silencing. There he is. --
Hannibal almost asked if he could dance but knew better. ~I'll just finish my food, my Love.~
December 9, 2025 at 5:21 AM
Hannibal almost asked if he could dance but knew better. ~I'll just finish my food, my Love.~
Hannibal chuckles, patting away the wine. When the waiter goes to make a fuss, he hushes him and insists on finishing him meal. Perhaps less sedatives next time.
December 8, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Hannibal chuckles, patting away the wine. When the waiter goes to make a fuss, he hushes him and insists on finishing him meal. Perhaps less sedatives next time.
~Yes, all busy about their lives but we're here together. Have a sip of your wine.~ A salad is sat in front of Armand, to remain untouched as Hannibal begins to eat his steak. He needed far more protein these days.
December 8, 2025 at 12:32 PM
~Yes, all busy about their lives but we're here together. Have a sip of your wine.~ A salad is sat in front of Armand, to remain untouched as Hannibal begins to eat his steak. He needed far more protein these days.
Hannibal chuckled and tucked a finger under Armand's chin to direct him away. ~No, Daddy must eat first. Fangs to yourself.~
December 8, 2025 at 12:25 PM
Hannibal chuckled and tucked a finger under Armand's chin to direct him away. ~No, Daddy must eat first. Fangs to yourself.~
Oh, how romantic. Just Hannibal's type. ~I can't wait to have you tonight.~ "I'll order you some wine." Two wines. A salad for the lady and something hearty for himself. ~How did I taste?~
December 8, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Oh, how romantic. Just Hannibal's type. ~I can't wait to have you tonight.~ "I'll order you some wine." Two wines. A salad for the lady and something hearty for himself. ~How did I taste?~