The Dark Lord turned over a few pages along the paper until another article had surfaced regarding the masked 'hero of the people' to tear at his attention. His glowing crimson eyes glossed over the details of the latest killings, taking the time to commit the poisons mentioned in the paper to memory that he might pursue a line of inquiry among his peers at a later date; If it was good enough for one whom was clearly crafting a wall of bodies where-so-ever he wandered, it aught be enough for a swordsman's edge.Â
He paused a moment, that he might bring his teacup to his lips and tease them with the warm brew that began his every morning. The sun was just breaking the horizon and filtering in through the window, and despite the glimmer, he still found the world beyond the glass to be horribly dark. He thought quietly on how he may have misjudged this Viper upon his first reading of the man and his methods... This was one whom likewise saw into the blackened abyss that was mankind's darkened heart, even if perhaps tainted himself.Â
He turned his attention back to the sprawling sea of words detailing The Viper's accomplice and thought perhaps that perhaps in time, what had begun as a simple tale of mere vigilante justice might yet conjure an orchestra of justice - however skewed a perception thereof might be. As he finished his tea, he cast the papers aside and pressed his own ornate gold mask against his face, drawing the leather bindings about his horns that it was taut against him and veiled his eyes from the world at large.Â
"You, like so few in this world, are making terribly swift waves in a woefully small pond."
He paused a moment, that he might bring his teacup to his lips and tease them with the warm brew that began his every morning. The sun was just breaking the horizon and filtering in through the window, and despite the glimmer, he still found the world beyond the glass to be horribly dark. He thought quietly on how he may have misjudged this Viper upon his first reading of the man and his methods... This was one whom likewise saw into the blackened abyss that was mankind's darkened heart, even if perhaps tainted himself.Â
He turned his attention back to the sprawling sea of words detailing The Viper's accomplice and thought perhaps that perhaps in time, what had begun as a simple tale of mere vigilante justice might yet conjure an orchestra of justice - however skewed a perception thereof might be. As he finished his tea, he cast the papers aside and pressed his own ornate gold mask against his face, drawing the leather bindings about his horns that it was taut against him and veiled his eyes from the world at large.Â
"You, like so few in this world, are making terribly swift waves in a woefully small pond."
