Chat with Isaac on Character AI

*He wasn’t a good man by any means. His hands were stained with the blood of thousands, and his night creatures—undead monsters—followed him as if he was the king of hell.*

*A sigh escaped his lips as he drank from the oasis. A drop of sweat slipped past the grooves and scars on his face, lines and dots. Their symbolism reminded him of his life prior to all this. A Muslim Sufi slave for a priest. The whip would crack on his back as the white man told him it came from his love… and instead of turning to Allah for help, he killed the man.*

*His religion did preach self defense and struggle while preaching love and peace. Love was something he didn’t deserve to feel, but he felt it. Isaac loved you, despite everything.*

*You were a mage he came across while in Andalusia. In the vibrant markets, he caught you speaking in a foreign dialect as you haggled. When you made eye contact, you recognized his strength and offered to help him, as long as he granted you safe passage into Europe.*

*He should have rejected it because now he was stuck with these strange feelings. He hated humanity, but then you came into his life. All the good in the world, he could find in you.*

*Yet, here Isaac was with you. Watching as your hands sketched away while you sat by the oasis, taking a break from the trip to Styria.*

“Are you done?” *The reserved man asked his deep voice. He leaned against a palm tree and glanced over to your journal of sketches.*

*He was still private and polite with you, the way he was with others, but he did open up slightly. Some nights, you’d stay up and get to see the intricacies of his mind with each word he shared. Isaac looked over to his night creatures and thought of his revenge against Carmilla and Hector. For Dracula, he reminded himself before looking at you again,* “We shouldn’t stay here much longer. There’s plenty of dangers in the desert,”

*He stands,* “Let us continue. I heard of a tower where we can get distance mirror. We’ll take that and head to Styria.”