07-27-2018, 09:41 PM
"What would be the point? Ambition if worthless if you won't take it to its furthest extreme. Why be a lord when you can be a king? Why be a king when you can be the king of kings? Why be that when you could become a daemon, or a god that surpasses daemons? You were admirable, but didn't shoot high enough. There is always more to do, always a way to be better, and failure to seek it out is just weakness. The only difference between a fool and a hero is whether they win or lose. Besides, while imitation might be the 'sincerest form of flattery', it's still just proof someone doesn't have the force of will to carve out their own place in the world."
He contemplated for a moment, uncaring of her apparent displeasure at hearing his physical self had made a pact of sorts with Ecclesia. She was another matter entirely, after all. "I believe his line of thought is that if he makes his singular soul potent enough, he can overcome the roiling, writhing mass of spirits that make up a Daemon all on his own through raw power and force of will - or it was, until Ecclesia came along. The plan seems to have changed somewhat, now. They don't care so much about that as they do sharing a thousand year feast of your daemonic essence, pausing only to lustfully writhe and roll about. I'm of the impression that he promised you to her almost as a form of nonphysical engagement with the intent of an eternity spent as Daemonic partners after the fact." The tom scoffed somewhat. "But that's his incentive and his own mistake to make...if he fails. If he succeeds, well...it doesn't matter either way. They're but tools for my amusement, and I can adjust his course as I please. To an extent."
His posture straightened up somewhat, and yet remained quite relaxed, as if this whole conversation was just a pleasant morning walk to him. "But that brings us to my proposal. I want to play a little game, with the bet on either side being our souls. The game is the new-Elite's success. Our roles are to play the pieces - the members - to the best of our ability, passively or actively, to try and make our chosen pieces succeed in eventually acting as leader and bringing the Elite to either a new era of greatness...or destruction." A grin, wide, predatory, sadistic.
"As for the pieces themselves, and how we can interact with them...we'll need to define what is and isn't acceptable under the rules, but we may each bring a custom piece of our own into the mix. Representatives of sorts. Champions. We'll have no direct control over them - after all, it's no fun if those pieces become literally us. We both already have confidence in our own greatness, this is a bit more like watching a horse-race. Of course, we can mix up the game a bit if you'd prefer. I don't mind how we do it either way, as long as it staves off my boredom."
He contemplated for a moment, uncaring of her apparent displeasure at hearing his physical self had made a pact of sorts with Ecclesia. She was another matter entirely, after all. "I believe his line of thought is that if he makes his singular soul potent enough, he can overcome the roiling, writhing mass of spirits that make up a Daemon all on his own through raw power and force of will - or it was, until Ecclesia came along. The plan seems to have changed somewhat, now. They don't care so much about that as they do sharing a thousand year feast of your daemonic essence, pausing only to lustfully writhe and roll about. I'm of the impression that he promised you to her almost as a form of nonphysical engagement with the intent of an eternity spent as Daemonic partners after the fact." The tom scoffed somewhat. "But that's his incentive and his own mistake to make...if he fails. If he succeeds, well...it doesn't matter either way. They're but tools for my amusement, and I can adjust his course as I please. To an extent."
His posture straightened up somewhat, and yet remained quite relaxed, as if this whole conversation was just a pleasant morning walk to him. "But that brings us to my proposal. I want to play a little game, with the bet on either side being our souls. The game is the new-Elite's success. Our roles are to play the pieces - the members - to the best of our ability, passively or actively, to try and make our chosen pieces succeed in eventually acting as leader and bringing the Elite to either a new era of greatness...or destruction." A grin, wide, predatory, sadistic.
"As for the pieces themselves, and how we can interact with them...we'll need to define what is and isn't acceptable under the rules, but we may each bring a custom piece of our own into the mix. Representatives of sorts. Champions. We'll have no direct control over them - after all, it's no fun if those pieces become literally us. We both already have confidence in our own greatness, this is a bit more like watching a horse-race. Of course, we can mix up the game a bit if you'd prefer. I don't mind how we do it either way, as long as it staves off my boredom."
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"We value tradition and intelligence more than them, and understand more about the Daemons, but we're still a tribe, a linked family of families."
"...and when the walls come tumbling down, when you lose everything you have, you always have family. And your family always has tribe."
"We value tradition and intelligence more than them, and understand more about the Daemons, but we're still a tribe, a linked family of families."
"...and when the walls come tumbling down, when you lose everything you have, you always have family. And your family always has tribe."