Vanity
Title Vanity
Author woman_of_
Character The Master
Word Count 300
Rating PG 13
Warning noting really
Disclaimer Joss is God, the creator, just playing with some of his creations.
Summary The Master contemplates
Watching his minions scamper about to do his bidding, Heinrich Joseph Nest, aka The Master, reflected. The Master knew his scriptures, had met a few saints in his time, but for all that, Darla and her bloodline must’ve been the ones who really took vanity to the fore. They wouldn’t wear their true faces. They sprang from the well of his blood, directly linked to him, yet the refused to show the world the face he wore with pride, the demon visage. Angelus, taking his very name from the “face of an Angel” he was bestowed. Such a sin would be their downfall.
Not that he had anything against Sin, it was to be reviled in, enjoyed. Whatever was against the rules and regulations the church chose to inflect on the mere human prey was only to be broken and challenged by such as they. No what Darla’s bloodline forgot was that there were rules, gods for them to obey. As the head of the order, he was the God they should heed. Angelus and his childer stayed away from the court, they led independent lives, the only one who came to see him was Darla. The order had rules and structure. Darla had presented Angelus to him, while it was not an altogether pleasant time, Heinrich should’ve had the newest members of the bloodline presented. It seemed that Angelus, in his conceit, strove to be the master of his little family. This was sure to be their downfall, they wouldn’t survive long without the rest of the order. Even with the reputation they had built up at Angelus’ side.
The Master would live to see the day they realise their folly. Such strong childer should survive and come to his lair eventually. At least he hoped to have them.
Author woman_of_
Character The Master
Word Count 300
Rating PG 13
Warning noting really
Disclaimer Joss is God, the creator, just playing with some of his creations.
Summary The Master contemplates
Watching his minions scamper about to do his bidding, Heinrich Joseph Nest, aka The Master, reflected. The Master knew his scriptures, had met a few saints in his time, but for all that, Darla and her bloodline must’ve been the ones who really took vanity to the fore. They wouldn’t wear their true faces. They sprang from the well of his blood, directly linked to him, yet the refused to show the world the face he wore with pride, the demon visage. Angelus, taking his very name from the “face of an Angel” he was bestowed. Such a sin would be their downfall.
Not that he had anything against Sin, it was to be reviled in, enjoyed. Whatever was against the rules and regulations the church chose to inflect on the mere human prey was only to be broken and challenged by such as they. No what Darla’s bloodline forgot was that there were rules, gods for them to obey. As the head of the order, he was the God they should heed. Angelus and his childer stayed away from the court, they led independent lives, the only one who came to see him was Darla. The order had rules and structure. Darla had presented Angelus to him, while it was not an altogether pleasant time, Heinrich should’ve had the newest members of the bloodline presented. It seemed that Angelus, in his conceit, strove to be the master of his little family. This was sure to be their downfall, they wouldn’t survive long without the rest of the order. Even with the reputation they had built up at Angelus’ side.
The Master would live to see the day they realise their folly. Such strong childer should survive and come to his lair eventually. At least he hoped to have them.