Revenge is a Dish....
He Sits back in his favorite Chair in his Haven in New York. Around him are the Shattered Remains of many a glass, table and other assorted Items inthe room. He was Furious. He was Outraged. He wanted Blood.
So you want to Fuck with me Pete? Is that your Game. Have me thrown in jail, Get me Blamed For something you did.
He wasn't one hundred percent sure that Pete Did it, But a good rule of thumb is to go with your first insticts. Wether or not he was telling the truth. But He knew he would soon have the means for finding out from him. In Truth, To Him, Pete was just another Stupid Carathian. Not Leterially Stupid, Becuase in another time and place, That would have been a perfect plan. The Stupidity comes from the fact that Who he decided to fuck with.
Well the Joke is on him. The Police will now be looking for him. And also, The Invictus.
Tomorrow Night a List of Calls to make. Pete has crossed the line, Inncocent or Guilty, He needs to be taken care of.
He Looks around the room, and picks up some of the borken peices of glass and just thinks. The night before ringing through his head.
There was good news though. Vincent is Dead. It ws about time. How someone like that could have become a Primogen for the Crone was beyond him. Before a year ago He always thought of crones as friends. But then came Gavin. A Crone Drunk on Power. Then Came Vincent, A Crone Drunk with Stupidity. He had lost many a friend in the Crone. But there were still some he considered friends. Felpie for one. But Felpie is a friend, He is not compeltely honest. But that is how the crones have always been. Why Roxie was a part of them, He'll never know. But He would never dream of forcin his Daughter to do something she would not want to do.
Felpie Asked him during the Night "You Care for you Daughter?"
How could he ask something like that. She is a daughter, of course he cares. The Crones are confusing at times.
Then Comes to Bella. He Though about her for a Moment. She is a good freind, a close friend. It was a pleasent Surprise last night to see her.
And I'm Sure you wanted to see more of her.
Stop it! Go Away, Leave me Alone. Thats one of my Best friend's wife. I would Nev-
Oh come off it, I'm sure you were thinking about doing to he what you did you Cecilia, The Queen of Albany and tryed to do to that Harpy of Norwich. Admit it, You Wanted her so bad, I mean Think about her in that green Dre-
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!
He Feel to his knees, and then hunched over. The Vocies were getting worse. But then again, The Daeva problem was getting worse. He was finding it harder and Harder to control the urges within him. Lucy had just dismissed it as did a good chuck of the daeva, Not seeing the problem. Fools.
The Sirens of the City Blare from the Window. The Party has just begun in the City. Time to be Bad.
So you want to Fuck with me Pete? Is that your Game. Have me thrown in jail, Get me Blamed For something you did.
He wasn't one hundred percent sure that Pete Did it, But a good rule of thumb is to go with your first insticts. Wether or not he was telling the truth. But He knew he would soon have the means for finding out from him. In Truth, To Him, Pete was just another Stupid Carathian. Not Leterially Stupid, Becuase in another time and place, That would have been a perfect plan. The Stupidity comes from the fact that Who he decided to fuck with.
Well the Joke is on him. The Police will now be looking for him. And also, The Invictus.
Tomorrow Night a List of Calls to make. Pete has crossed the line, Inncocent or Guilty, He needs to be taken care of.
He Looks around the room, and picks up some of the borken peices of glass and just thinks. The night before ringing through his head.
There was good news though. Vincent is Dead. It ws about time. How someone like that could have become a Primogen for the Crone was beyond him. Before a year ago He always thought of crones as friends. But then came Gavin. A Crone Drunk on Power. Then Came Vincent, A Crone Drunk with Stupidity. He had lost many a friend in the Crone. But there were still some he considered friends. Felpie for one. But Felpie is a friend, He is not compeltely honest. But that is how the crones have always been. Why Roxie was a part of them, He'll never know. But He would never dream of forcin his Daughter to do something she would not want to do.
Felpie Asked him during the Night "You Care for you Daughter?"
How could he ask something like that. She is a daughter, of course he cares. The Crones are confusing at times.
Then Comes to Bella. He Though about her for a Moment. She is a good freind, a close friend. It was a pleasent Surprise last night to see her.
And I'm Sure you wanted to see more of her.
Stop it! Go Away, Leave me Alone. Thats one of my Best friend's wife. I would Nev-
Oh come off it, I'm sure you were thinking about doing to he what you did you Cecilia, The Queen of Albany and tryed to do to that Harpy of Norwich. Admit it, You Wanted her so bad, I mean Think about her in that green Dre-
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!
He Feel to his knees, and then hunched over. The Vocies were getting worse. But then again, The Daeva problem was getting worse. He was finding it harder and Harder to control the urges within him. Lucy had just dismissed it as did a good chuck of the daeva, Not seeing the problem. Fools.
The Sirens of the City Blare from the Window. The Party has just begun in the City. Time to be Bad.