07-27-2018, 09:58 PM
“I am a god you know.” She was a daemon that was worshipped. So far as she was concerned, that made her a god. She didn’t like the way this Dissonance was speaking down to her whatsoever. She had always been epic. Sure in recent years she had taken a step back in her involvement in the mortal plane. But that was in part because she did not want them eternally reliant on her. But to become perhaps one day greater than her.
Capone was not at all afraid of the idea of someone surpassing her, so long as she had a paw in making it happen. If merely her legend inspired people to greater heights she could be content with that.
In some ways this game fell in line with that. But if Capone were honest, she’d never been the long term type of planner. She was all about improv. Making it all up at the moment. As much as Capone would like to say her long term plan had always to have The Rosebloods form into one awesome big daemon, or for them to inevitably end up in her, happy to be consumed… That hadn’t been her plan.
They were cool ideas. And ones she might not mind. Except she wouldn’t want to eat just anyone. Not everyone was worthy of becoming one with her. If she wasn’t careful of who she ate, she might very well become one of those sheep that had been so common in The Elite. She only wanted the best of the best, the most unique and special.
It was all she deserved and more.
But what Dissonance was talking about. Even if the physical Dissonance and this Dissonance were different… She could not wholly trust them. To be slowly devoured over an eternity was something she could not permit. Capone was above all a sadist, not a masochist.
“You know. I never was one to be the sneaky puppeteer in the background. So I’m going to say no. That’s not my kind of game, and that’s not my kind of wager.”
Capone had almost no doubt she would win. Because she wouldn’t try and play high and mighty like she was above it all. She’d get her paws in there. And that alone would bring The Rosebloods up. But if it couldn’t be great without her… Then what was the point? She wanted them to be better than her. To surpass. And she wanted to be there to see and enjoy that day.
More than any one kit, they were her baby. And to them she was their god. And gods were more than simple leaders, more the kings. More than daemons.
She would not loose all she had gained to some silly little wager.
Capone was not at all afraid of the idea of someone surpassing her, so long as she had a paw in making it happen. If merely her legend inspired people to greater heights she could be content with that.
In some ways this game fell in line with that. But if Capone were honest, she’d never been the long term type of planner. She was all about improv. Making it all up at the moment. As much as Capone would like to say her long term plan had always to have The Rosebloods form into one awesome big daemon, or for them to inevitably end up in her, happy to be consumed… That hadn’t been her plan.
They were cool ideas. And ones she might not mind. Except she wouldn’t want to eat just anyone. Not everyone was worthy of becoming one with her. If she wasn’t careful of who she ate, she might very well become one of those sheep that had been so common in The Elite. She only wanted the best of the best, the most unique and special.
It was all she deserved and more.
But what Dissonance was talking about. Even if the physical Dissonance and this Dissonance were different… She could not wholly trust them. To be slowly devoured over an eternity was something she could not permit. Capone was above all a sadist, not a masochist.
“You know. I never was one to be the sneaky puppeteer in the background. So I’m going to say no. That’s not my kind of game, and that’s not my kind of wager.”
Capone had almost no doubt she would win. Because she wouldn’t try and play high and mighty like she was above it all. She’d get her paws in there. And that alone would bring The Rosebloods up. But if it couldn’t be great without her… Then what was the point? She wanted them to be better than her. To surpass. And she wanted to be there to see and enjoy that day.
More than any one kit, they were her baby. And to them she was their god. And gods were more than simple leaders, more the kings. More than daemons.
She would not loose all she had gained to some silly little wager.