| i was the better man
She continues to eat as I speak to her, as if my words are not the most delicious thing to be offered to her this day. Perhaps she chooses to ignore me for my size or her mind, tainted and bent with age and the scorn of adulthood does not see what it is I shall be when the day comes in which I am given to take up my Mothers place on this earth, when all will shudder before me as they did for she, for Eris before her and Heyel before that. I am crafted of the finest blood, so much more then she he sits before me, so much higher, though she knows it not, understands it not, nor does she appreciate the liquid tones of my voice so fine, or the gift to her eyes that is my form- young though it is. She may eat her rabbit now, though in time I will grow taller, larger, finer then she and I will not forget that which has been done today. She is unworthy of my time and presence and yet she speaks as if she is not, she speaks as if she deserves to know a language so pure and for that I will not stand, though I allow no such emotion to taint my features as her own bloodied muzzle lifts and the golden amber of my gaze merely narrows, feature beautiful and yet blank as she offers words to myself, her tone a cold thing and yet her words hold no true bite.
“Tibi purior est sanguis meus, hoc scio, non potes ne prohibeatis intellegere te. Et superbia, prout oportet me loqui.”
(My blood is more pure then yours, this I know, do not embarrass yourself with things you cannot understand. I take pride in it, as I should.)
I do not see shame in blood, in my pride, why should I? There is nothing but the glory of many within myself and there is none but compliment in the act of being as a Demon. I am not as others, I do not see such creatures as sin on this earth. They are simply unconstrained, born from the blood of many, not of one, they feast upon the weak and in that I see no shame. They are as they are and I care not. I do not side with blood, I will not bow to those undeserving. When my time is come I will fight for my love of war, not because one side opposes another, I am above such things. It is then that she sees fit to rise, my words forcing her to feet with a snarl as her heckles bristle and I allow myself to be wary of this female. She is more powerful than myself and my young frame, I do not respect her but I will respect her form if it is that I must. I am not yet old enough to make my point and as such I will give her no reason to attack, though I know most surely that any touch of her fang upon my flesh will see my Mother rise like a creature from the fires of hell itself and the pack of Diveen ignite like a heated ember. I care not for pack, yet I will exploit their care of myself with shameless ease. I stay where I stand, looking up towards her, allowing my own smirk to grace my lips though I remain prepared should I be forced to dodge her assault.
“Quid est, quod me dignum est apparet docuit verbis nostris. Sicarius dona sunt, non angelus, nihil in terris sunt, et loquar verbis non solum si te cura nocuit. Sicarius sim sequor non legibus alligatus et symbolo. Ut sint mihi in domum, sed non sicut illi etiam non percussorem, non occidere, usque ad annos quattuor unus appareat belives qui sciunt? Vos nescitis quidquam,. Ne revoces me in verbo isto agian.”
(What is obvious to me is that one unworthy has been taught our words. You are neither assassin, nor Angel, you are nothing and in these lands, to speak those words, will only see you harmed if you are not careful. I am no assassin, I follow no creed and am bound by no laws. They may be my family, but I am not as they, besides, an assassin does not kill until the age of four- shouldn't that be obvious to one who believes they know all? You know nothing. Do not call me that word again.)
My own words were tainted with frustration, though I tried to show them not as I stood before her, my pelt of smoke and shadow hidden well within the darkness as I met her gaze once more.
“Quid tu, inquit, in oris? Quid tibi est? Quis te docuit illa?”
(Why are you here, in these lands? Why are you alone? Who taught you those words?)
Ayal
2 years ~ ??? x Ava ~ Sister to Anselm and Eden ~ Diveen |