[Camarilla] Marking the territory
"...and how will you help our business if we work for you?"
Diego rolled his shoulders, the billowing cloak of shadows surrounding him echoing his movements. Self interest. He could work with this. His voice echoed off the warehouse walls as he responded.
"I am a man who has influence. Resources. Work for me, and I could expand your markets. Additionally, I and mine can keep a watchful eye out to ensure that there are no more unfortunate incidents involving stolen property."
Diego's reference to the stolen truckload of Setite drugs clearly hit home.
"What makes you think we need insurance? We are entirely capable of managing our own affairs," one of them rasped, "we have no need to be subjugated by the likes of you, Lasombra."
Diego shrugged slightly, allowing a note of wry amusement to touch his voice. "Well, there is also the minor detail of being completely destroyed if you refuse to cooperate. If oblivion is preferable to gainful employment, then I suppose there is nothing I can offer you."
Eyes widening, the Setites hissed in anger and began the transformation which left their skin scaly, snakelike.
With a sigh, Diego flexed his will to create a globe of absolute blackness encompassing the three Vampires. "I guess what they say is true. Good help is hard to find."
When the darkness lifted no more than a few seconds later, Diego was standing alone, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in his jacket. The staked bodies of the two Setites lay still, pale flesh reflecting the moonlight through the windows. Diego, having dismissed the shadows that had engulfed his person moments before, frowned down at the shattered remains of the third stake.
"I missed. It seems I am growing rusty. Unacceptable." He glanced down at the two bodies, adjusting his gloves. "I suppose, though, that I will be getting plenty of practice in the nights to come. That is, unless the rest of them are more... receptive."
After checking to ensure that the room was secure, Diego knelt down beside the first Setite to begin his work. After all, though these creatures had certainly fallen far, they still clung to the last scraps of their humanity. Such ignorant weaklings were fit only to serve as nourishment to the Enlightened.
*****
Man, it has been too long since I have written anything.
Diego rolled his shoulders, the billowing cloak of shadows surrounding him echoing his movements. Self interest. He could work with this. His voice echoed off the warehouse walls as he responded.
"I am a man who has influence. Resources. Work for me, and I could expand your markets. Additionally, I and mine can keep a watchful eye out to ensure that there are no more unfortunate incidents involving stolen property."
Diego's reference to the stolen truckload of Setite drugs clearly hit home.
"What makes you think we need insurance? We are entirely capable of managing our own affairs," one of them rasped, "we have no need to be subjugated by the likes of you, Lasombra."
Diego shrugged slightly, allowing a note of wry amusement to touch his voice. "Well, there is also the minor detail of being completely destroyed if you refuse to cooperate. If oblivion is preferable to gainful employment, then I suppose there is nothing I can offer you."
Eyes widening, the Setites hissed in anger and began the transformation which left their skin scaly, snakelike.
With a sigh, Diego flexed his will to create a globe of absolute blackness encompassing the three Vampires. "I guess what they say is true. Good help is hard to find."
When the darkness lifted no more than a few seconds later, Diego was standing alone, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in his jacket. The staked bodies of the two Setites lay still, pale flesh reflecting the moonlight through the windows. Diego, having dismissed the shadows that had engulfed his person moments before, frowned down at the shattered remains of the third stake.
"I missed. It seems I am growing rusty. Unacceptable." He glanced down at the two bodies, adjusting his gloves. "I suppose, though, that I will be getting plenty of practice in the nights to come. That is, unless the rest of them are more... receptive."
After checking to ensure that the room was secure, Diego knelt down beside the first Setite to begin his work. After all, though these creatures had certainly fallen far, they still clung to the last scraps of their humanity. Such ignorant weaklings were fit only to serve as nourishment to the Enlightened.
*****
Man, it has been too long since I have written anything.