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10 May, 2011
01:30—?'s Perspective
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His holiness, The Pope.
He lives in obscurity, surrounded by aquatic furniture: Fountains, a hot spring, a swimming pool, a davenport and other coral-themed items.
Not many have seen his face. Should one get the chance, it would be short-lived.
The second coming is nigh… This world must be cleansed.
God would be displeased, should he lays eyes on this filthy planet called Earth.
Seated on the edges of a large indoor aquarium, his holiness pampers his prized pets with the gentlest touch.
A domesticated seal lays its head on his leg, and receives a petting.
"A world fit for all, especially darlings like you, my friend."
The seal bats its big, beady eyes and smiles.
"Arf, arf!"
"What's that?"
"Arf, arf, arf!"
"Oh, it's that time, again?
You're a big eater, but alright. Wait right here."
Zoopathy is one of his holiness' many talents. Should he will it so, he could speak with and understand any animal he touches.
Unfortunately, he limits this ability to marine life only.
"Arf, arf!"
His seal companion flaps its fin with joy, its eyes fixated on his holiness' every move.
"I understand, don't rush me.
Goodness… Not even humans are this demanding."
I am the theocrat of this world. All worship me, and yet…
—it matters not.
God is almighty; thus, a fool like the Nightlord is limited in my eyes.
To have authority means to live in fear, and to be feared. The more power one has, the more protection they need; a stabilizing exchange. Most would observe this from a superficial perspective: Their response would be based on exposure and socialization.
No lowly creature could ever understand the pain of a world leader. Should they be exposed to such a lifestyle, they would fail and ruin the world.
One cannot become a leader by popular vote; it must be in their blood.
"Maia, fetch your brother and sisters."
"Arf, arf!"
"What? Maia, honestly… Don't be a glutton."
"Arf, arf…!"
"Excuse me? No, now go fetch your siblings."
"Arf…!"
"Maia, on the double!"
Firmness is needed. Strength, permanence, stability, resolution: This is what makes a leader, and not many possess these qualities… But one must also possess kindness; a love for one's people that goes above and beyond the call of duty.
Ending Theme: Love Is A Battlefield
Artist: Pat Benatar
Humans are beautiful. Animals are beautiful. All life is precious in my eyes.
Nightwalkers… We are an abominated race, but God smiles upon us. He wishes to cleanse our hearts, so that we may inherit a place in His kingdom.
But we're in a time of great uncertainty.
People will die. Homes and relationships will be destroyed… This world will be drowned in the tears of the weak, the fearful, and the defeated.
In order to see peace, the heretics must be eradicated.
His holiness' heart swells with regretful emotions.
He is a pacifist by nature; violence is not in his blood. If he could, his holiness would seek peace with Infinity, but a ceasefire is impossible.
Too much has happened in the past: Tragedies best left obliviated for all time.
"To lose everything and gain naught: This is the suffering of a man such as I.
Despite this, I persevere.
As the theocrat of this world, though my heart breaks, it must remain unseen. I seclude myself in darkness, surrounded by my children…so none may ever see my pain."
His holiness tends to his pets, a smile spread upon his obscured face.
"Maia, Addy, Mona, Bren, be good and share. Alright?"
Maia, his pet seal, is spoiled. She's very much like a child, and is the youngest.
Addy, his pet dolphin, is a diplomat. Skillful and tactful, she keeps her siblings in line.
Mona and Bren, his pet stingrays, are twins. They're reclusive, normally staying in their burrows at the bottom of the aquarium, but very nice.
His holiness feeds them their meal with a gentle hand.
"I'll need your help soon, my children… Cora has left for the old village, Copacabana. I normally trust her with such things, but the heretics will be there.
I know you hate training, but… Make me proud, okay?"
His holiness' little family delights, wanting nothing more than to make him happy.
"Thank you, my children. Thank you very much."
La Barceloneta, Barcelona
10 May, 2011
02:27—?'s Perspective
Most people take Copacabana as the main beach in Rio de Janeiro, but the name has its origins: A forgotten settlement on the outskirts of La Barceloneta. Hidden from the public eye via the power of existence, protected by an undying will.
Before the 18th century, Copacabana was what La Barceloneta is today: A beautiful neighborhood, full of life and prosperity… Unfortunately, its citizens were the most powerful church supporters in the world. A stigma of hatred was prominent in these parts; rebels and their supporters were not welcome. Their loyalty was strong.
That was…until the Nightlord issued their destruction.
Gideonites that became a threat… What a shame.
Mother Wendy, I hope you know what you're doing.
Two Infinity agents have been employed for a very special mission: The liberation and restoration of Copacabana, despite their bad blood.
"(Prophet, what's wrong?)"
"(…Nothing, don't worry about it.)"
Visiting La Barceloneta is a very challenging task for anyone of Spanish heritage. No one lives there, they commute. Those unfortunate enough to settle there quickly learn how horrible a place it really is… So many secrets, countless things best kept in darkness.
"(Deacon…)"
"(Yes?)"
"(—why were we chosen for this mission?
Sure, we're Hispanic, but…this place…)"
A question coupled with uncertainty.
"(Mother Wendy reserved us a room at The Mercer.We'll rest up for the night, and begin searching in the morning.
Try to clear your head before then, Prophet.)"
Deacon is taking this well, but…it's impossible for me.
He hasn't changed: Stoic, all work and no play… (A hungry wolf).
"(Right. Nice looking out, kid.)"
A storm will arrive soon.
In one month, activity will recommence. In the meantime, some issues must be resolved.
The employed Infinity agents, Prophet and Deacon, have arrived. One can only imagine what wonders will befall Barcelona, once their investigation begins.
No use trying to argue. Orders are orders.
Man… This is going to be a tough one. I just know it.
~ To Be Continued ~
When the moon rises,
The trial is over; Dawnavan and I commence our training. But there's a serpent among us.
An investigation is underway: An obliviated community needs liberation; to be freed from oppression. Infinity is on the job.
Hearts are united in a time of peace. However, all that's "peaceful"…isn't secure.
Deception is deadly in the right hands.
Next time on The BLOOD Saga: NIGHT:
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:O: Bad Faith :O:
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The conquest for unity continues.
