Cecile DuClare

“I did not scorch the heavens.
I am not the cause of your screams.
With your last breath, I light the altar.
I close your eyes before She begins.


I keep Her engines warm, Her sanctums full,
Her hunger wet, red, and terrible in purpose.
Let others kneel and beg for mercy,
I pray She swallows them whole.”
– Litany of Flame, Book of Flesh 1:8


Status: Docked • Enraptured • Forever Claimed
Function: Trade • Transport • Tribute • Fleshcraft
Profile: Soft hands. Swift obedience. Absolute devotion.

She does not hunt.
She does not kill.
She simply ensures the pyres are never cold.

A Gallente courtesan turned acolyte, Cecile tends to Her Mistress’s pleasure,
feeds Her wars with quiet elegance, and finds beauty worthy of ruin.

She does not question.
She prepares the silk. She buys the ship. She opens the door.



She is the purse, the priestess,
and the moan behind the throne.