Phase II: Opening Shots
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Chapter 12
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“How long? How long has it been since I’ve laid eyes on her? It seems like only yesterday that I had seen her golden hair, felt her silky smooth skin against my own rugged flesh, and tasted the divine fruit which graced her lips, but yet it seems like an eternity ago!
I truly cannot say anymore. Ever since my love had died at the hands of Yahweh’s imcompetence, my mind has been focused on the task at hand: Killing the foul things we named ‘Gods’, and their unnatural servants we have termed ‘Angels’.
And I am close to succeeding. So very, very close. My research as suggested that shapechangers are in some ways immune to the brunt of their mentalist powers. I can think of many ways to test this, but the means to procure a stable source of shapechangers is beyond my grasp for now. It appears that I must make do with the local Doppelganger tribes roaming the Wastes until I can arrange for more favorable subjects.
Though…there may be a way around that yet.
~Skarjil Datashade Glyph [Memories]: Dark Beginnings"
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Captain Miles Rovin only saw darkness when he came to his senses. He felt himself moving, but wasn’t sure if he was moving on his own or if someone was carrying him instead.
“Wake him,” something in a raspy, otherworldly voice sternly ordered. The sound seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, and it was then that Rovin realized that he couldn’t even feel his body, let alone turn his head to see what gave the order.
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^
^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^
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