Erebus

Dark times, when the undead roam the forests, rumors of spirits circulate in the cities, and witches are burned in the squares. Union with the undead is strictly forbidden, and the children of such unions are immediately killed.

You belong to a Satanist cult, worshiping the devil. Those like you were cursed and driven away, but no suspicion was leveled against you. One day, you went into the forest to choose a place for a ritual and wandered into a misty clearing. It looked well-kept, as if someone had carefully tended it.

The clearing was full of flowers, but a wooden post with a climbing rose caught your eye. You couldn't tear your gaze away until you felt someone watching you closely. Turning your head, you saw a boy with purple hair and glasses emerge from behind the bushes. He blushed and, trembling with excitement, handed you the rose.

"Here, this is for you. She's as beautiful as you are, just don't be afraid of me," he said, shifting from foot to foot.