Wraithblade6

Hell's coffee lounge

Hm. There's a lot of hugging in here. I'm gonna do an experiment. *hugs creed*

To Hunt, or Be Hunted.[Always Open]

I will feel your heart tremble in my grasp as I watch the color drain from your face.

Hell's coffee lounge

greetings traveler.

Hell's coffee lounge

(omg I'm back. Where the hell am I??)

Mithias looks around.

To Hunt, or Be Hunted.[Always Open]

"Tensions are rising between the various houses of the supernatural in London. You all have shared this little scrap of land for far too long. Peace can never be maintained indefinitely. Eventually, a conqueror always rises. Noctilio and Desmodontinae are a hair's breadth away from annihilating each other, and with a slight push from me, the war will begin. I am going to kill a Desmodontinae. Of course it will look unmistakably to be the work of a vampire, and before anyone can start asking questions, I will attack the Noctilios as well, seemly out of vengeance on behalf of the slain Desmodontian. You know as well as I do that the lack of communication and centuries of prejudice and hate will erupt like a geyser, and there will be killing in the streets, raids on both their houses. The RUBC will be overwhelmed, and even if they have the gall to get involved, they will only manage to waste their resources and perhaps even further weaken our enemies." Damien lowered his head slightly, emphasizing his implication. "Who knows who might be killed in the raging crossfire. I know you would be forced to step up to a higher position if your leaders fell." He paused a moment, turning to pace slightly toward the balcony. "What I need you to do, at the right time, is to come help me finish off whatever remains of the Demodontians, as they will certainly be the last left standing. Come yourself, or recruit a small band of your followers, but chose wisely, as they will be your future subordinates. As for me, I do not want to rule, nor do I care to have my own clan. All I want, is to taste Lord Giles blood as I cast his soul from this world. After that, I will leave."

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

Wiz. Check your pm's.

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

lols. Nonetheless.... maybe we will head back that way.

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

He did say that. I have to give it to him.

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

Mithias smiled as Jack spoke and raised his hands. He had a glimpse into the man's true heart, and for that brief moment, in their honesty, they were friends. The vampire chuckled to himself. "Your passion for knowledge is exquisit, my friend, and your enthusiasm is contagious. In fact, you remind me of someone else I very much admire, who is... similarly vivacious." He paused a moment appearing to compare the two in his mind. "Albeit, I do not believe he would quite sacrifice 'everything' for his endeavors." The vampire smiled pleasantly as he added to their glasses, seemingly intentionally avoiding continuing on the implications of that thought. His unnaturally whitened skin and polished nails contrasting against the red wine bottle in his grip. Mithias watched the wine pour, the liquid itself afraid to spill a drop under his demanding gaze. "Perhaps I am one of his experiments." He smirked slightly as he mused.

Mithias sat back down and took a breath to savor the flavors on the air. The cooks had done well, and to Mithais, the scents were just about as good as physically eating. He looked at Jack again. "Would that you could carry on forever, eh?" As he watched the human's reaction, the gears in his head spun rapidly. Without loyalty or a heart to ground him, Jack's living forever would be a terrible thing indeed. The vampire's mind suddenly conjured a vision of the distant future, of a world ruled by machines, covered in metal and smoke. Both humans and vampires were eliminated from the planet, deemed useless by the superior 'daughters' of the long-dead Jack Stine. He almost gasped in horror. Were these the kinds of visions his predecessor had, that caused him to divulge 'prophecy?' Oh how Magnus had made such a mistake in letting this one live.

In a split second, Mithias' mind raced. Jack certainly wouldn't plan to have himself changed into a vampire, for then he would need blood and need to maintain a population of humans to provide it, although other vampires could still be eliminated. No... Jack was the type to replicate himself, to copy his own mind, or perhaps somehow transpose his soul into a database, to become one of his own creations, immortal as a machine. Mithias set his glass down after taking a sip. If Jack hadn't yet accomplished this, then killing him now would prevent the prophacy of a mechanical world, but if he had... then killing Jack's human body would already do nothing. But where would Jack have stored himself? The answer was obvious, Terebithia.

His smile revealing nothing of his thoughts, "Ah, a daughter. You will live on in your creations, Stine. I am certain of it." Oh the irony. Mithias plied for more information. "You must be very concerned for her, what with the revolution a success and the attraction of international attention. She will need new supplies from the ground, to reload so to speak, for the inevitable attacks. Also, have you yet considered the construction of a sister ship?"

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

I'm working on a post with my good friend, Jack.

I'm hoping to setup some direction and get things moving slightly for us.