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10-29-2014, 09:52 PM
Let's get some things down here.
1. I don't fly.
Every one back in that brothel I feel I'm forced to live in don't seem to ever hush their lips over this place. As always, I am unwilling to leave home unless everyone else is doing it. As the upper society, I must make sure the Plebians can take this mess, that the next place that appears might just be my new temple. That sounds nice, when I think about it. My glorious ass placed into a marble stone is amazing. It's where I've always belonged, and I swear by Nero's grave that that's where I'm going to be.
Before that, I need to get certain matters done. My child, my life, MY PRECIOUS is missing at the hands of some thief best to be crucified the moment I strike my hooves upon his hide. His skin would make for a nice cape if I could be that sort of mongrel. That's what, I gasp now, the Germanics do.
Clouds gather around my hooves, unmanicured and hideous through the wear this kind of slave-like lifestyle is like. As I'm carried up, I see now that this is my chariot towards becoming a God like I should of been, hauled upwards to be held in the arms of my brethren speci-
Well, look who it is.
Like my brethren smile upon me and see now is the time for me to win my key to royalty, there is the thief himself. I cringe at the sight of those wings. They weren't where I came from, other than the ones I'd seen Valentinianus bare as gifts of war. Wings were useless in how I could gain silken robes to wear at my parties.
He's hideous, plain, disgusting, boiling anger into my brain where I grit my teeth. He has my crown. What's mine. M-i-n-e, not his. Not ever his. Always mine. I'll kill for that crown back, by Masahiko's blood that I washed off of it when I won it. I'm the one who gets to be Emperor, and no one is going to stop me.
I charge, rage having now taken over. Somewhere, Saturnina tells me it's not lady-like to be a hot-tempered narcassit, but something has to put me above all else before I get my throne.
"Ego cum sanguis in manibus tuis miserum corpus meum, et corona!"
Forget their language. It's time to learn how to be civilized, and that begins now.
Ego cum sanguis in manibus tuis miserum corpus meum, et corona: I'll have your blood on my hands when I wretch my crown from your corpse.
Crucifixion reference due to crucifixion was the formal execution by the Romans for thieves and murders.
