@hexsreality said : they know nothing of true sacrifice, and are weak for their ignorance.
HE HAS LONG BELIEVED THAT JOINING with any supers would be something worth looking into , that perhaps they had just enough magic and sin under their skin to meld perfectly with the beliefs of the clergy . but when did anyone listen to him ? they certainly gave NO FUCKS about what he had to say when he was papa . it had been like shouting to a satan damned brick wall on wheels because sister never gave anything he said a bit of mind , a bit of thought . and maybe if she'd listened to him instead of TAKING HIS FUCKING HEAD for daring to have an independent thought ( unlike any of the pieces of shit licking her boot ) she wouldn't have missed out on so many opportunities . hell , she could have taken credit for some of the shit . truly , he wouldn't have cared . he didn't SUGGEST THINGS just for the sake of getting recognition . no . he actually gave a shit about the direction of the ministry and the fact that she was running it into the FUCKING GROUND . not that it mattered . she'd groomed a replacement ... she thought .
it still hadn't happened in her time and , for that , he could LET HIMSELF BE GRATEFUL . it didn't change the sting in his soul when his brother decided it would be a good idea to reach out to supers after finding a fucking note on the corner of a paper that bitch imperator had left behind . proof that IT WAS A FUCKING GOOD IDEA and she just didn't want him to have the fucking satisfaction of being right . despite the fact that she had cornered him in the pulpit and berated him about wanting to ally with the wrong crowd , that they DIDN'T NEED the help of supers , that they wouldn't have any interest in working with them , that he was and absolute idiot for even daring to think otherwise . and yet ... there it was . staring him straight in the face . a scribbled note ( look into these supers could be worthwhile when he's gone ) . of course she hadn't wanted him there if she pursued the idea . at least he could find some solace in the fact that his brother had elected him as THE EMISSARY TO THE SUPERS. a working title .
a working title that has him sitting in the sun in the middle of new york in FUCKING CARDINAL FINEST casual wear in which he can already feel his back drenched with sweat . he can think the dark one for the fact that he doesn't have to worry about that damned face paint anymore . small victories . he sits across from ONE OF THESE SUPERS , almost disappointed in the woman's stature . almost . he knows he's been judged as the shorter of the emeritus bloodline , so there's no doubt in his mind that this one probably packed more of a punch than she appeared . he leans back in his chair , sunglasses hiding the sight of his MISMATCHED EYES that would give him away to anyone around . a clear of his throat as he shifts uncomfortably , arms unfolding to reach for what must be HIS THIRD COFFEE since sitting down . “ i'm not sure what my brother told you about us . i'm also not sure what you have read in the media . and i'm most certainly not sure which would be MORE OF THE TRUTH . ”