Post by Charon Nachtweber on Feb 15, 2012 17:52:00 GMT -8
Charon released a heavy, disappointed sigh. They thought he was just a vampire, a Leech of no nobility or class. How absurdly disappointing. For one, a Nachtweber didn't allow their Leeches the honor of die Nacht der Schärfung, the Night of Sharpening. His teeth had been sharpened at his coming of age ceremony, and he had hunted alone that night as was his clan's tradition. Leeches suffered without that honor. Likewise, his krallen were premium Nosferatu silversmithing, made by his grandfather. No Leech would be entrusted with a clan heirloom as precious as those.
Then there was the issue of being referred to as an 'it' like he was a genderless being or an animal. That would not be tolerated from such lowly Leech-bait as themselves. Issues needed to be addressed, and several refining points needed to be made. He addressed them again, his voice carrying the slightest mocking hint of his native German language.
"Listen, mein hunde...I am no vampire leech that your faded little mythos keeps corrupting. I am the harbinger of death's epoch. I am the last of my clan, and I intend to make my ancestors proud by drenching your reality with fear and painting the city with panic. Hear me now, pathetic little humans: My reign has begun, and the Angel of Death watches over me with her beatific smile. I shall baptize your children in blood, bathe your streets in gore, and dance to Satan's fiddle while your existence burns in hell!"
Through his speech he had paced the roof top, stalking closer and closer to the broom he had claimed from his thrall. Mind slaves were so useful, providing transport, safe haven, blood, and access to information. For now, though, he would leave these pathetic worms to their posturing and flailing in fear. He was bored, and not even killing them would satidfy him right now.
Then there was the issue of being referred to as an 'it' like he was a genderless being or an animal. That would not be tolerated from such lowly Leech-bait as themselves. Issues needed to be addressed, and several refining points needed to be made. He addressed them again, his voice carrying the slightest mocking hint of his native German language.
"Listen, mein hunde...I am no vampire leech that your faded little mythos keeps corrupting. I am the harbinger of death's epoch. I am the last of my clan, and I intend to make my ancestors proud by drenching your reality with fear and painting the city with panic. Hear me now, pathetic little humans: My reign has begun, and the Angel of Death watches over me with her beatific smile. I shall baptize your children in blood, bathe your streets in gore, and dance to Satan's fiddle while your existence burns in hell!"
Through his speech he had paced the roof top, stalking closer and closer to the broom he had claimed from his thrall. Mind slaves were so useful, providing transport, safe haven, blood, and access to information. For now, though, he would leave these pathetic worms to their posturing and flailing in fear. He was bored, and not even killing them would satidfy him right now.