Chronicle : The Death of a Rose Prince
Few men are sufficiently discerning to appreciate all the evil they do.
In a room full of mirrors a cobra shadow throne slithered back and forth in the darkness. Lumiere Delevingne sat fingertips held in the shape of a pyramid. Before him shadows played out his thoughts. His own death in performance. If he was to trick the Sabbat it would have to be flawless. To join the Black Hand was no small feat and he would have to prove his loyalty by infiltrating the Durham Camarilla at Duke University.What was absurd was him donning the mask of humanity. Its morality stirred the sickness in his cold silent heart. He raised an eyebrow leaning back at idea of faking the last syllable of his recorded history. Crafting the image of himself when you don’t know what you look like was proving to be a challenge. He was Clan Lasombra . Lasombra cast no reflections. To judge the construct of his avatar was part craft, science and art.
Working with shadows you learn of the void. The light swallowing emptiness that composes darkness. His Lasombra blood ran darker than a starless night in the dead eyes of a blind-man. Who am I? Just another runaway from the rolling foothills. I remember that I slept in the tombs. Fist in my torn pockets almost frozen. Rats watched me narrowly. I grabbed them by their tail and smack their heads into tombstones.I moved by night through towns stealing horses. I ran them to a stiff gallop. Have you ever seen the terror in a horse eyes and seen the sky? I gambled with saw toothed corsairs . I put my back to test the sails. They glided across the oceans. I wondered in immaculate nights through black pebbled beaches heaving a red torch emaciated . How it did glisten like a lost sunset on those waters as I entered the ruins. They were stark . Imperial. I slept on a severed head of a statue. It spoke to me in my dream " Son of Seth, below is the desiccated fountain where if you drink you shall become immortal." . For five day i did dig. My knuckles were like busted rocks when the marble seal was excavated. I wedged dry limber into the cracks of the marble seal and poured water on them. As they swelled they did split a small hole . I did crawl like a lizard into the darkness. My heart spoke so loudly my ribs trembled.