☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: Alice Spills the Tea: The Bloodstone Wedding
Oh, you think you’ve heard it all, huh? Well, sit tight, my loves. This tale is one that might just make your blood run cold. Grab your tea, and let me take you back to a wedding—a wedding unlike any other.
The Bloodstone Wedding. Yes, you heard me right. It’s not a name anyone tosses around lightly. The very mention of it sends a shiver through the halls of 4EverMore. But trust me, darlings, you need to hear this.
It all started, as many things do, with a curse. But not the typical, "Oh, I’m going to turn you into a frog for touching my things" type of curse. No, this was a curse borne from love—tragic, obsessive, and utterly devastating.
You see, there was once a noble vampire lord named Valerius. Handsome, powerful, and ruthless, as most vampire lords are. He ruled with an iron fist, and no one dared question him. But, as all beings of darkness tend to do, Valerius had a secret—he wasn’t always a vampire.
No, my darling, he was once human. And before his transformation, he had a wife. The kind of wife that stories are made of. Her name? Isolde. Ah, yes, her name still lingers in the shadows, whispered with a mixture of longing and fear. She was the epitome of grace, with eyes like pools of the deepest black, and a smile that could melt even the coldest hearts. But she had one flaw—she loved too deeply, too dangerously.
One night, Valerius, in a moment of madness, made the decision that would change everything. He turned Isolde. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her. Not to age. Not to time. Not to death. But, oh, he should’ve known—when you tamper with the natural order, it always comes at a price.
Isolde’s transformation wasn’t the gentle shift you might imagine. No, no. It was violent, painful, and she was no longer the woman Valerius had once known. She became something darker, something wilder. Her love for him twisted into an all-consuming madness. And it didn’t end with their wedding, oh no. That was only the beginning.
Isolde’s new nature was a force beyond control. She needed more—more power, more blood, more domination. Her desires began to eat away at her soul, and Valerius, blinded by his undying love, refused to see it. And then, came the Bloodstone.
A cursed gem, said to be forged from the hearts of the first vampires, imbued with dark magic. It was said that whoever possessed the Bloodstone could control life and death itself. But it came with a warning—a warning that Isolde ignored, as most do.
On the night of their "celebration," Valerius, ever the doting husband, gifted Isolde the Bloodstone. The moment she touched it, a violent surge of power rippled through her. Her eyes turned black as midnight, and her soul became one with the stone. She could feel its power coursing through her veins, and in that moment, she knew there was no turning back. She wanted more. She needed more. And Valerius, poor, foolish Valerius, had sealed his fate.
Isolde’s desires became insatiable. She didn’t just want control over the world—no, darling, she wanted control over him. She bound Valerius to the Bloodstone, using its magic to keep him trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment. And as he roamed the halls of their dark castle, an immortal prisoner in his own home, Isolde’s reign grew ever stronger.
But here’s where it gets truly twisted.
Isolde’s obsession with the Bloodstone led her down a path even she couldn’t control. The power it gave her was intoxicating, but it wasn’t enough. So, she began to make sacrifices—mortals, vampires, anything she could take to feed the stone’s hunger. And every time, the stone grew brighter, pulsing with a fevered light. Until one fateful night, the stone cracked.
And when it cracked? Well, darling, that's when the real horror began.
The moment the Bloodstone shattered, its magic broke free, flooding the entire castle with dark energy. Valerius, trapped in his eternal torment, watched as his beloved wife—his Isolde—was consumed by the very power she had sought to control. She became a shadow of herself, her soul ripped apart by the stone’s curse.
But even in her final moments, Isolde’s last words were a whisper that still echoes through the ages: "I loved you... too much."
The castle was left in ruins. Valerius, his heart shattered, was freed from the stone's hold, but at what cost? The woman he loved, the woman he turned, was gone—lost to the madness she had embraced.
Now, the Bloodstone lies dormant, a broken relic of a love twisted beyond recognition. And Valerius? Well, he still roams the world, a cursed soul searching for a way to undo the damage he caused. But there’s no redemption for him, darlings. No love lost can ever be regained. The lesson here, as always: love too fiercely, and it will destroy you.
So remember, my darlings—some wedding vows are meant to be broken. And some curses... are forever.
That’s all for today, my sweethearts. Keep your hearts guarded. Because you never know when the next twisted love story will come knocking at your door. ♡
