The strange letter frightened him, but it was also the only one which offered some comfort.Turkish Delights, he thought, just like the ones at the consulate in Constantinople. A fragrant taste of rose lingered in his mouth.Are you so blind that you see no good in me, or evil in Agrippa? Such comforting concepts – but hardly applicable. Tell me, is everything nice and clear now? Am I the villain? Good and evil.Manage your victims well and let one prisoner's pain instill terror in his cellmate. Sounds from the torture chambers are shuttled in through those pipes in the ceiling.While I remain the same, aged not by time, but by anguish.
I've seen them take their fathers' places, and they too will grow old and pass away. They all know I am the one and same Alexander who helped their fathers and grandfathers to found this great Order. Once in a while someone will notice me and lose themselves in a silent cower before regaining their senses. In court, the order of the Black Eagle spew their politics at each other while I sit quietly in place, willfully forgotten.Should kill them all! Burn this castle to the ground! *insane laughter*.The flicker, the bluish light.getting closer somehow.That taste! That fragrance! Damascus rose!.Now, once more, withdraw your shadow from my domain! You hear me, Guardian of the Orb, I did all this for you. Paint the man, cut the lines, Please! The man cries!.Please! I didn't do anything! Nyeh, nyeh, nyeh!.Cut the flesh, watch the blood spill - Let it come! Alexander, you must let me be, I have to concentrate.The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away, unlocking alien memories of spiraling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry. I felt myself drawn to the mystic light.
Descend into the darkness where Alexander waits, and murder him. My name is Daniel, I live in London at … at … ah, Mayfair.
0 kommentar(er)
