Shemeska
Adventurer
“From time to time I pause before a mirror to draw back my lips and gaze at the truth… Show me your smile and I will show you your fate.” – Matt Cardin, “Teeth”
Many a vampire lord has uttered in their brief existences that “The Blood is the Life”, and in that they are correct. But they are shadows of something greater, shadows of a concept, an idea taken flesh. In the frenzied ravages of a Tanar’ri you see a glimmer of it, a fractured aspect. In the black and measured sadism of a Baatezu you see another fraction of the whole. But only in the balance and perfection of both, the embrace of both, do you reach the pinnacle of that which I embody.
Gloating? Perhaps I am, perhaps I do, perhaps more so than the rest of my Brother-Sisters. But then again I have always been more direct, more passionate.
There is a cultivated practice to giving and receiving pain. Pain is that which all flesh was made to feel, and in that pain to shrivel or to grow stronger yet, to deflect its birthright onto another. Pain is the essence, the soul of creation, and flesh its medium, its vessel, and its chosen tapestry for itself in all its glorious shades and colors.
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Continued in full on Planewalker
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This one has been in the works for a long time now. It's also a hell of a lot longer than the prior stories in the Baernaloth cycle (33 pages in Word). It's also -very- bloody, and incredibly violent and/or disturbing in places, so be warned. I'll also admit to having mixed feelings on this particular story, and I'm extremely curious to get some reaction, positive or negative, on it either to confirm or refute some of my own. The Proselytizer story, I felt was one of my favorites, but it got a largely 50/50 split of liked and very much didn't like, so it'll be interesting to see how it ends up for this one.
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Many a vampire lord has uttered in their brief existences that “The Blood is the Life”, and in that they are correct. But they are shadows of something greater, shadows of a concept, an idea taken flesh. In the frenzied ravages of a Tanar’ri you see a glimmer of it, a fractured aspect. In the black and measured sadism of a Baatezu you see another fraction of the whole. But only in the balance and perfection of both, the embrace of both, do you reach the pinnacle of that which I embody.
Gloating? Perhaps I am, perhaps I do, perhaps more so than the rest of my Brother-Sisters. But then again I have always been more direct, more passionate.
There is a cultivated practice to giving and receiving pain. Pain is that which all flesh was made to feel, and in that pain to shrivel or to grow stronger yet, to deflect its birthright onto another. Pain is the essence, the soul of creation, and flesh its medium, its vessel, and its chosen tapestry for itself in all its glorious shades and colors.
...
Continued in full on Planewalker
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This one has been in the works for a long time now. It's also a hell of a lot longer than the prior stories in the Baernaloth cycle (33 pages in Word). It's also -very- bloody, and incredibly violent and/or disturbing in places, so be warned. I'll also admit to having mixed feelings on this particular story, and I'm extremely curious to get some reaction, positive or negative, on it either to confirm or refute some of my own. The Proselytizer story, I felt was one of my favorites, but it got a largely 50/50 split of liked and very much didn't like, so it'll be interesting to see how it ends up for this one.
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