Oh he was ever so villainous in appearance. But his eyes watched the crop of desperation spread
apart her footing. His fanged teeth spreading much further then before. She was perhaps like him, perhaps not. He was no longer sure if he was like him or what he was anymore. But stagnation never brewed from his persona, most creatures could live for a hundred years and not change a day. And he heard them before, and their voices. Of how they had seen and done it all, what they had become. Yet this did not impress this being of sorts. Could they not birth through their
human bodies and bring forth
likeness that the world had never known? Expanding infinitely like he, like this figure.
These questions swimming around his head as modest proposals to produce
a lot of equality,
liking to his kin. Throughout these blessed lands, which will further allow for an equilibrium of opportunity for all Individuals such as these Nosfertu to be taken from rights. How he long for group
conclusion. To not feel alone in this world, cast
aside by the heavens and forced to live with the world. Was it not a
sad state, such that one must travel through the streets and towns of this
lit planet and view with
depression the lives of
different and unmatched citizens? Derived from a single Maker, every wasteful and degenerate creature deserves the
absolute right to equality, even the cattle had such. Instead of being able to work to their lowly ability, certain inherent deficiencies leave these poor, crude souls unable to survive.
Unfortunately for the more aspiring individuals of this barren landscape, they must live among chaos of both the physical and the spiritual sense. Where these rules, the laws that vampires abide to were now in question. No, they play for death. Most do, however, care deeply for their
forgotten brethren, and wish to see a levelling of the playing field so to speak but the rest... They could not dream of what this man was. They could not imagine the torment that he had suffered. What those eyes had seen. What he was wittness too.
As time churned on, slowly but surely, it had agreed upon by his lords and ladies, that a
large number of individuals fall far below the ideals held by the “forefathers” of this planet. The present, deplorable state of the great world rot in ruin and had produced an enormous burden for the common good of society in a
feistering pile of ashes, and any solution whereby the masses may unite should win the creator at least the title of an Angel, sent from god to rescue them. Rescue them all, sending them to god. To their father, the lord... One body bag at a time.
But this ones intentions were exceedingly far from being restrained to only provide care for the
forgotten (he placed the same word twice, which was funny); it is to a greater extent his hope that all, as a single unit, may traverse any obstacles in the future, while at the same time reaching the superior standard of society, a pinnacle of immense proportions of Vampirism. To wrought as the gods of this world. That they be the doer's of destiny, not a bearded sky man with magical powers.
As to his own functions, having dwelled upon the questions of this important subject for so many years, and weighed
absolute, numerous plans of action proposed by others, had he almost always found these men utterly mistaken in their suppositions. A trueborn Romanian full-blooded orchestra Vampiric Demon. He was, Nosfertu. And he wanted nothing more to do with the world then she did. This was the house of her god, not hers to decide who is and who is not worthy.
“If I wanted to hurt you - you'd be hurt."
His soft
snoozy voice articulated baring his sight through the gaps of his luxurious
elongated obsidian silk like locks. He push aside his trench coat's breast to expose a 16 inch long pistol upon his hip.
Oh he was ever so villainous in appearance.
But the devil you do, then the devil you don't?
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