[Voice]
[His voice, smooth as always, breaks in mid-sentence. There's a certain jovial quality to it, as if he's enjoying himself. As he speaks, the soft sound of creasing paper mingles with the crunch of snow underfoot.]
--oor William.
Lamentably, it seems I had underestimated that loathsome toad of an Oracle, for he had anticipated my actions down to the last one. When I returned to the Nosgoth I had known, it no longer dangled, fragile and distressed, under the looming force of the Nemesis. No. For when I had struck William down before he became the tyrant he inevitably became, I had, unwillingly, styled him a martyr in the eyes of his human subjects. So deep was the resonance of his fall that a new order of knights was formed, a veritable army, all with the sainted task of spilling vampire blood.
They called us a menace and hunted us down one by one, nest by nest, all because I had dared to save them without their knowledge. And it was then, not knowing myself what path I yet strode upon, that I came to realize I had no more loathing for myself than I had when I lived. My existence was cursed, shadowed by the unlife that had been thrust upon me in a cruel mockery of a choice, but I?
I was no more a wretch than I had been as a noble, and my second chance at life I would not give up so easily.
--oor William.
Lamentably, it seems I had underestimated that loathsome toad of an Oracle, for he had anticipated my actions down to the last one. When I returned to the Nosgoth I had known, it no longer dangled, fragile and distressed, under the looming force of the Nemesis. No. For when I had struck William down before he became the tyrant he inevitably became, I had, unwillingly, styled him a martyr in the eyes of his human subjects. So deep was the resonance of his fall that a new order of knights was formed, a veritable army, all with the sainted task of spilling vampire blood.
They called us a menace and hunted us down one by one, nest by nest, all because I had dared to save them without their knowledge. And it was then, not knowing myself what path I yet strode upon, that I came to realize I had no more loathing for myself than I had when I lived. My existence was cursed, shadowed by the unlife that had been thrust upon me in a cruel mockery of a choice, but I?
I was no more a wretch than I had been as a noble, and my second chance at life I would not give up so easily.