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Do you realize that existence of Grafted Scions means that Godrick got bitches? 🤔 And yes, plural, because there is no presence or even a mention of Queen of Stormveil, some noble women just have exceptional taste ggbjhhnkhhn

Speaking of people that DON'T get any bitches: how various people, including characters that we know of, felt towards Logarius? He sure must have gotten some simps, but how he reacted at it? And would he accept any advances, or his "holy" image was too important? Did he also have any true friends and attachments, or the barrier of being selfish, scheming, fake bastard separated him from everyone within his own head? What kind of people he respects and looking for? What would make HIM simp? And what he liked in Annalise so much (besides the fact that getting her would make him a king ffghgjghvh) ?

FDGSHJK—Godrick is actually the ultimate RIZZlord and you’re all just in denial. They don’t call him “The Grafted 😏” for no reason.

Ok, but now for my evil beloved—

In my canon, Logarius was charismatic and well-respected by the general public and many of his colleagues in both Byrgenwerth and the Church/Yharnam. Yes, he was pious and upheld his holy image well, but he had a side to him that many feared and others loathed. This was a reputation he had to build up over years, but was it all just an amalgamation of the countless different faces he had adopted throughout his life? Most likely.

At Cainhurst in his youth, he was seen as a quiet and studious lad, brought up to be the next heir to the line of King’s executioners. The royal family knew he was cunning and devious even from a young age, well-read both politically and academically. He had a type of prodigal charm that won him the respect of both his peers and the adults around him, despite the truth that it was a facade he had crafted to appear more mature than his years. This cost him dearly when they sent him to Byrgenwerth as an informant, where he eventually became a turncoat.

When he was at Byrgenwerth, Logarius had the reputation of being an outspoken radical against Cainhurst, one able to sway dozens of students to his side with his charismatic teachings and passionate fear-mongering over the Vilebloods. He acted as a savior that had “escaped” the clutches of his evil relatives. People were scared of his imposing voice and presence, but they admired his bravery in bashing the monarchy. Many thought he was a revolutionary and a genius. Others thought he was insane.

Either way, he ended up with a small cult following around this time. The earliest version of his later Executioners.

When Logarius followed Laurence into the Church, he took on another face.

Suddenly the former controversial and fiery “freedom-fighter” was a converted clergyman of sorts, with a much more divine and anointed purpose. He became the image of a holy leader and warrior akin to Ludwig, and the people of Yharnam worshipped him as he vowed to protect them from the Vileblood fiends that would bathe in their innocent blood.

Logarius had more than just a cult following then. He had an entire league of warriors trailing him out of a desire to join a righteous crusade against evil, helmed by their esteemed lord and master. Everyone saw him as untainted and good, as well as a wise teacher and guide for his juniors.

They knew him to be stern, austere, silver-tongued, and commanding, but he had a honeyed voice of sageness that he blessed others with if they were willing to listen.

Logarius did have the most admirers at this time. He had a few feral and smitten devotees during the Byrgenwerth days, but in Yharnam there were countless citizens that thought of him as a heaven-sent savior.

Privately? Logarius had just the type of ego that was very easily inflated when some starry-eyed young lady expressed her undying love for him, even if he would say to her aloud that she ought to save herself for a caring husband who was not only dedicated to the oh-so divine purpose of defending Yharnam from evil.

Alas, Logarius was so terribly holy. He could not indulge in pleasures of the flesh. Of course this only made his admirers crave his attention more, which he secretly felt immense pride over.

Logarius also had very few real friendships, because he never showed his true face to almost anyone and those that were close under his command were frightened of him.

Laurence was friends with his pious warrior’s persona, Ludwig was friends with his righteous defender’s self, the Executioners were friendly with his wise mentor’s image, but even his closest colleagues, the ones who knew of hid nastier, more cutthroat side, could not form sincere bonds with him.

They simply could not trust him. He was unpredictable and could be cruel, and if anyone threatened to expose the secret trail of bloody sins he had left behind, he would ensure they were properly dealt with.

But then there was Annalise.

Who did Logarius respect? Who could make him stumble? Who did he both loathe and love to the point of self-destruction?

Always Annalise.

Annalise was one of the few people that Logarius ever respected. He had known her since childhood. He knew that she had been a gentle and sweet person, with a genuinely loving heart, but this was not the image she put forward as an adult. It was the side to her she had buried.

As an adult and as queen, Annalise was cutthroat, politically savvy, ruthless, and cunning. She knew how to manipulate both her own subjects and the Church. By building up the myth and horror tale that she was a bloodthirsty and darkly powerful witch and seductress, she kept her kingdom safe for many years. Everyone beyond her walls was simply too afraid of her.

Her subjects were fiercely loyal. Treason meant severe punishment, not just for the offender, but for their entire family and possible bloodline. Annalise knew how to instill fear in her warriors and council, but at the same time, she spoiled and pampered her people so much that they loved her. They knew not to cross her, but who would even dream of doing so when she gave them everything?

She was also a brilliant propagandist, convincing all of Cainhurst that her immortality would lead to the birth of a divine Child of Blood that would restore Cainhurst’s glory as a Pthumerian kingdom. They all believed her, and she certainly had her guards fighting to make this dream reality.

Logarius had been smitten with Annalise in his youth. They had even briefly been on good terms, even if Annalise never shared Logarius’ romantic feelings. She did respect him when he was still just an ally, but when he betrayed Cainhurst and tried to convince Annalise to join him, she harshly rejected his advances and he began to hate her.

He hated that she didn’t love him, that she was as smart as him, that she could outwit him, and that she could keep up with his schemes. He hated that she wasn’t swayed by him like others in his life, that she was unabashedly independent, that she could see through his acts, and dig into his deepest insecurities. He had revealed too much of himself when they were young and had shared trust.

He hated that she was a constant weakness, and blamed her for “tempting” him with thoughts of evil and lust. Of course she had never done such a thing, but Logarius refused to ever be at fault for his sins.

(this meme always works lol)

At times the mere mention of her name would enrage him. He punished and reprimanded anyone that did not speak of her with utter contempt. If he sensed any of his men “falling under her spell,” he would dub them heretics, despite being the worst culprit of all. Perhaps it was secret jealousy, perhaps it was repulsive to see his own weaknesses in others.

Either way it all made him sick. He spoke in public against Annalise, dubbing her an evil siren that corrupted the hearts of men, and when he later realized that this was playing directly into what she wanted, he snapped.

His pride was deeply wounded. He had let Annalise survive and grow stronger unintentionally by helping her build a legend of fear around her name. When he understood this, he led the march on Cainhurst in a blind and holy rage, which led to what was essentially a stalemate. The Vilebloods were wiped out, but so were the Executioners, and Logarius found himself in limbo.

He could not kill Annalise—whether that was because of her immortality or his own confliction, we’ll never know. But hiding her from the rest of the world seemed like killing two birds with one stone. He could veil his own weakness, wear his illusionary crown, sit upon a mockery of his desired throne, and Annalise would remain silenced, ridding the world of her influence.

He had always loved her, always admired her strength and he hated himself for it to the point where he felt the need to completely control and destroy her, obsessively, hatefully, perversely.

It ate him alive and he paid the price. Dearly.

#bloodborne #martyr logarius #there you go #thank you for letting me indulge ajashdg #if you can’t tell…i am obsessed with writing for him and annalise #i love the potential story here #asks #mutuals #queen annalise #cainhurst #executioners #vilebloods #CrowNotes

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