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Property Value Aliases The Fallen Law Names The Reverend Domitian
Leonhard Castelli (Official)Race Human Sex Female Born 14 Baza (II Autumn) 3779 Died — Status Alive Dynasty House of Castelli Titles Roles — Origin Castelli Castle Religion Inscriptum Verbi Dei Factions — Height/Weight 174cm / 55kg Family Vincent Castelli (Father)
Angelia Viskardi (Mother)
Overview
She runs from her own shadow, the poor wretch, having lived most of her life in the guise of the alien, decaying brain of her family, rotting from principles, faith, and power.
Quiet, quiet, you principled fool, why are you attacking the Castellis? In pursuit of “high” principles, you overlooked the lowlands of human mental frailty. Camille… she was so hard to come by… oh… the mother barely managed to splash out a single child at such a late age. They wanted a boy, but it crawled out. There are no principles, faith, or power here—only lunatics afraid to admit defeat before nature.
As the only late child in a devout family belonging to the radical faction “The White Penance,” ready at any moment to unleash chaos on the godless lands of Rede, Camilla was doomed while still in the womb. After a series of failures to produce male heirs, her father Vincent and mother Angelia decided to play dice with the universe. If a daughter was born, they would raise her as a son. The intrigue went deep: the father hid the truth even from close relatives and announced to the whole world that he finally had an heir—Leonhard.
Leo grew up far from stupid. By the age of seven, when asking about his “destiny,” he received frighteningly direct answers. His parents didn’t dodge: you are the heir to House Castelli, and you must do everything for its greatness. From birth, Camilla plunged into political games, perceiving her life as an endless play. She even enjoyed this mummery—trying on male masks over her sexless, fragile body. But the older the “boy” got, the more dangerous the stage became.
Everything was going smoothly until reality knocked on the castle doors with the iron boot of the Church. On Leo’s twelfth birthday, not only vassals arrived at the castle, but also the faction’s leadership along with the Bishopric. The father understood immediately: this was not a courtesy call. It was an inspection. The Holy Fathers arrived personally to find a worthy successor for the role of “Bearer of the Sacred Law.” The pretty, disciplined, prematurely composed “boy” Leonhard Castelli immediately found himself in the center of their attention. Everything was too perfect: manners, posture, facial features, icy composure. He played his role better than he lived his life. That very evening, the father, pale as a sheet, said: “They chose you. It is not for me to object. And even if I wanted to—you fit in too well.” Camilla nodded silently. It was hard to say if she was happy or afraid. But the game required continuation, only now the stakes had risen to the heavens.
The path to the top was paved with “divine intervention.” Witnesses who might have suspected something amiss about the novice accidentally choked on a bone at dinner or fell under a rockfall from the crumbling walls of the family castle. Leonhard managed to keep his secret and be reborn. He became neither human, nor woman, nor the youth Leo. He became a Role under the ecclesiastical name—Reverend Domitian.
For a time within the walls of the sacred place, he played this role perfectly. But “Domitian” made a classic mistake: he relaxed, intoxicated by his greatness over the crowd of “fools” kissing the hands of a disguised girl. And then they started digging under him. Leo felt it in his gut—the invisible chain tightening around his neck. Paranoia, panic, and total distrust of any living creature in a cassock drove him to the edge. When the grim figures of the inquisitors from the Order of the Pale Canon loomed on the horizon, his nerves snapped. The girl fled. Forgetting duty, role, and responsibility to the House, Camilla cast aside everything in a single night. The Holy Visage of Domitian was shed onto the cold stone floor, leaving behind only a void where a righteous man once stood.
From now on, she is on the run. And it is not just guards looking for her, but the rabid fanatics of the Order. But do not think they are driven by malice. Oh no. They are driven by Love. They will find you too, for… there is no greater grace than the atonement of your sins before the face of your Lord. Open yourself. Is it not heavy to carry this burden of lies alone? Do you not crave that blinding lightness that only complete, absolute honesty grants? Trust them. Let them into your home and into your soul. They come not to torture, but to liberate. They will tenderly crack open your ribcage to let the light out, and sort through your every bone in search of filth. You will be saved. You will be heard. And, in the name of this salvation… you will be brutally punished.
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