The door to the deepest, darkest reaches of Castle Mortis swings open to a chamber. Who but steps out of this door is the Lord of Blood, Kizmat. He has with him a lantern... and once inside this room... wax candles suddenly light on fire illuminating everything around. Kizmat places the lantern on the stone ground and approaches the center... where, a man was kneeling on the ground.

::Answering::


???: Didn't think it could have happened...



KIZMÄT: I somehow knew it would. The paradox that the child Lilith created was artifical. So would her power to contain him in Hell.


???: The life force of Orgad and Almac are long long lost M'lord. Those fallen gods are just pawns to humanities imperfection.








KIZMÄT: Silence! Don't speakith of my father in such disrespect!




::The figure stands up and turns around. It was F'ein Dacor!::
F'ein Dacor: I beg your forgiveness, M'Lord. Though, even you know it to be true. It is up to you of course... which path you wish to follow. Your past is stained with the blood of countless... and your very power comes from the living. Let's just pray to the gods that the heresy of Amzer doesn't weave it's ugly head when you DO choose. Because eventually, Lord of Blood, all of the creatures of the night will make a new path and the brothers of the crystal will be but a fabled legend told at campfires.


......... Kizmat sighs.



KIZMÄT: Argh. So tell, servant. What are thy options now that Gojinn has the twilight phial?





::F'ein Dacor's face smiles. The shadows from the burning candlelights contoured his rugged errie face.

F'ein Dacor: As a military strategist by my profound professionalism. I shall give you your options for your luxury M'Lord. Though, if Gojinn does seek the secrets of the Phial.. he will most certainly come to you first.


[END]