I do not haste to breed discordance…but inherit its crime unto myself, until it’s in my very blood. I live in a city which thrives on the chaos of others, and those with whom I lay are more prone, and sterile of personal experience; which is to say, they’ve breathed none of mine, save for the memories I pass. My retrospection bespeaks of greater evil, and that, beside myself, oh great shadow, there is light. After so long within the grave, my sallow hand has willed my two faces surface, and it is bright indeed in this new age!
What is this, a lordly hand has breached? My companion, peace be with ye friend, have you news of our outrageous battle? Ahhh, you nod and I beckon, what could be worse than the smallest hope with which I wake? Nay, your head is tilted, and I hear a whisper in my mind…. Can you slake your thirst no more than I, in these oppressive times? Yes, there you bow, and I must beg that I must, responsible to accept your request. Only mine, for your gentle soul, no more can I see you dry than could I suffer longer for our fractioned impudence. We will steal away, you and I, warmth of my heart, to a concealed place, and say what we need to say, whilst we drink of each other, all the richness of our shared vanity.
Blood’Vain, as I am called, has touched his lips; sanguine, peaceful…sending through his veins my brightest notions, joined with the sweat of my pleasurable company. Have we been so long deprived, to last this journey longer? Has time been so cruel, as to allow an intolerable misery, keeping thee, Dark’Talon, oft in winter, left of warmth, where mine own can’t even bare to satisfy a dream? Well have done with these afterthoughts, and arouse the glory that was ours, although in another place.
Dip your claw wizard, brooding in effect with your smothering kiss. Yearn as I yearn, for the empire we have born. Join me when I raise my arms, forming these wards and our sanct, leaving breath naught for salvation of aught, but another day where victory will gain us a new generation of slaves. To those I slay, I pray, thine enemy is wary, and by my side rests my absolution, lest my ghost precede me in the hereafter.
Now raise your swords; for you force my solemn answer. Wealthy as your gods must be, torn from their very heaven thine gilded preachers. May they bring upon your own victory. While you must hope, we must aggress, to live as much as thee.
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Ahh, yes…you have me on my knees, stripped of what any man or manlike creature would consider dignity. Well, if it is to be thus, I will take my so-called stand, and value my words above all others I have afore spoken. Oh? You berate me for these actions I would take, where save for me, my soul’s defenseless? You ask the impossible, one of mine, me, to become your slave. This cannot be, as I have said, for many reasons beyond your understanding. You call me by name, though not as an equal, as if my fate is certain. Alas, there is more in store, powers I have designed in reserve. These I would not loose unless my case was dire. It is my only hope, now, that you have indeed, given me no choice. I bow, not in obeisance, but in apology for this grisly end.
Mmm, you’re beginning to feel unsettled, yes, this is how it begins. My slave of mind, I steeple your will, and master your thoughts with your very own horrors. As you are damned by your atrocities, I have gleaned, and finally begin to understand my hate. You’re depravities have cost you your men, long ago, and they smile even now for my torture. Your demise, for which I no longer wonder of its necessity, you will experience the same pain as all of your victims. I curse you with their misery, until that day you beg for repentance, at which time, you will die, and calmly enter Hell. Where me and mine are free to visit…. Long live the King.
*His feral eyes gleamed, turning to each and every trembling man*. I banished your king, took your city, and have given all of you a choice. Live as servants to the people you’ve molested, or join your king. As for those of you I’ve chosen, you will govern your men’s efforts. To those who deem my mercy slavery, know it for the Kindred’s decency. We will be watching you.
