The cacophony of the hoard had long since melted into the distance, but I was not foolish enough to drop my guard. It had to be a ploy, one of the schemes of the Wolf,Ram,and Hart. They sent Wesley in, one that had our trust, as a liaison ( Read more... )

I could no longer abide the useless creature before me. At least I could understand the half-breed that was subservient to Angel. This demon simply strung words together, without reason, and expected that I would understand ( Read more... )

They sought to destroy me, that much was apparent. They wished to send me clawing back into the depths of whatever prison I had been released from, like a mongrel with its tail between its legs ( Read more... )

Worth. It was a term thrown about as carelessly as the slips of green paper most mortals used to exchange favors. Before they covered the earth, the concept had meaning. I was worthy of the title of God-King because I had earned it through the blood of my opponents. Now the proclamation only cause the mortals to laugh ( Read more... )

They were weak, all of them. And that flaw ate at my being, trying to reduce me to the same miserable state. Relationships, the mortal contrivance that brought on these feelings of affinity were a tool utilized by those of the Wolf, Ram,and Hart to tie me to the mortal coil and all of it's petty issues. Wesley failed in his guidance because of such ( Read more... )

The thing I first noticed about humans in this time period is that they make themselves out to be much bigger than they are. They were insignificant before, and that hasn't changed. They only bred, like vermin, and overpopulated that which was once my kingdom ( Read more... )