And I am here to share it with you. I tell you, we must forge our broken sword into a plowshare. Let us make peace with our oppressors. Only through worship may they be appeased! We must prostrate ourselves before the Christ that is Caine. Only He may beseech his children on our behalf! He speaks through the blood. Through the blood we are bound. Speak to him and we speak to them! The more we resist, the more conflict we create.
Let us not follow those who war. The way to salvation is submission my dear congregation. It is through the light of this submission we will find our way through the End Times.
Now… let us pray. Requisition of directional microphones placed. This is my first time seeing the blankbody healing factor up close. The wounds seem to have no lasting effect, but there is a pain response? The nerves should be dead. Zhang: Mr. Subject Stop it! Please stop it! Zhang: Tell me what you were doing at the zoo.
Why were you killing those animals surrounded by those ridiculous candles? Are you not responsible? Is it not your fault? I can still feel it in me. It wants me to kill you. Oh God, what have we done? Zhang: Now we seem to be getting somewhere. What is in you, Mr. We can help you. Subject She said it would work.
MacElroy: Maybe you should back off, Zhang. Look at There is so much blood coming out of his face. They can even ugly cry.
Zhang: Keep focused. Esposito, so far, I have only used one knife. Hold this for me, will you? MacElroy: Zhang has stabbed the subject in the leg and left the knife there. She said if we killed the beasts it would kill our beasts! We said the words! We did everything she asked us! Is there a third blankbody?
Tell me. Tell me and we might let you see Claire again. How could you understand? We just wanted to be like you! She told me it would make me like you! Zhang: Who? Who are you talking about! MacElroy: The subject has suddenly gone ridged and unfocused. Rush requisition of directional microphones placed. Zhang: What is this? How do you know that? Loudly, please. How long have you been… dead, shall we say?
Subject Who… who the fuck are you people? What did you do with Claire? Where the fuck am I? MacElroy: Fascinating. Is that blood? Do you suppose all of their fluids have been infected? Perhaps all of their fluids have been replaced by blood? Can they mimic intercourse? Zhang: Focus MacElroy. You injured quite a few of the agents bringing you in from that zoo. Did you know that? Subject I… I did?
MacElroy: Subject 23 seems to be expressing remorse. Their ability to mimic us is extraordinary. Zhang: You did. Do you not remember? Allow me to remind you. Take a look at these pictures. This is Agent Jemma Perkins. Not that you can tell. Half of her face is gone and the other half was chewed up. This here is Prishna Agar. He will most likely be on a liquid diet for the rest of his life And this… this is Thomas Detrick.
Subject Please put those away. Please… Zhang: But I think you need to see this Mr. Thomas was just in the wrong place at the wrong time it seems. The one you call Claire murdered him in the most brutal fashion. You made her lose her shit! You did this! We just… we just wanted to be free. MacElroy: The subject is now convulsing with sobs, even though we suspect they do not need to breath.
Reminder to send the information requisition to the Society… again. What would this be, Zhang? Three times? Zhang: Five. Now, Mr. Lost control? Does this have something to do with why you were at the zoo in the first place, killing those poor animals? What is this? Subject Oh, I know so much about you, Gwen. For example, I know you are the secret wife of Cynthia Hong. What would your parents think?
Look at me Zhang. What would Cynthia think? MacElroy: A… agent Zhang has fallen to her knees, staring at Subject Lock down Interrogation Suite 3! Prepare for purge! Back up all recordings to Blacksite B Subject You have been abandoned. MacElroy: The… the subject is calm now. Almost serene.
Zhang has started to weep. Subject And you Harold MacElroy. I curse you. Live with what you know, dream of it every night, and find no succor except among the dead. Subject You… you came for me? Subject Shhh… shhh. Of course I did my lamb. You did well. My fire shall burn it out of you. I will free you as I promised. Subject What? You said I could be like them! I just want to be human! I admit I have a soft spot for the dregs, the Duskborn, the Caitiff, and those who find they have no place among either sect.
But I think you already knew that when you suggested this place. I even cleared out some space in the back room for a promising Kindred I know you hate that word. I listen. Everyone talks to the bartender. As you told me countless times, pain is an excellent teacher. I learn about what they value and I trim or nurture as they need to help them lift the scales from their eyes.
Tragic accidents, but it makes the rest rally around me, without even knowing it. Teach them like you taught me. Be the Maiden. Be the Mother. Be the Crone. But most importantly, just Be. Give me the thorns.
My garden grows. The words of Lilith echo in my head, are detailed on my skin, and etched on my heart. I picked Northeast, where it seems the whole fucking city is fighting for its own soul. Weirdly, the Prince was fine with me claiming this choice location. I hope I got a few good licks in. Welcome to my diary. I write this at the top of every entry in this doc, all off-line, of course. Part of the new low-tech directive from the top of the Tower. But I gotta put my damn thoughts somewhere.
Congrats to you, shitbird. You got me. Enjoy the reading. Fuck you. Well holy shit. Louis is as fucked up as they say, but definitely not in the way they say it. What we expected was a three-way war. What we got was way different. We planned to roll into town by way of the I, easiest way in we heard, not much action in Columbia and St.
We spend a few nights outside, just to fuel up, rest from the road. Easy for a crew like ours. Now, we should have known something was off right in Northwoods. We were approached by a preacher. Like, a vampire preacher while we were at a dive bar hunting.
Seemed normal enough, for a guy dressed like a priest. We thought Sabbat, but nah. Nice guy. We gave him some shit about that. We beat the blood out of him and left him in an alley. So, we move on to North St. Louis and we start trying to stir up some shit. Members of two goddamn churches are fighting over a fucking graveyard.
It was too weird. We just got the fuck out of there. We spent a night just staring at the walls, then decided it had to be a one-off.
Maybe I need to find a god too, huh? Seems to work for these fuckers. A bird with bright plumage stands out to predators. Weaving a delicate song requires time and energy better spent on catching worms. A bowerbird nest, viewed through a utilitarian lens, is sheer absurdity. Yet we see all these things in nature. Even if we allow, purely for the sake of our discussion, that these qualities are implausibly the most efficient waythe to attract a mate, there is no evolutionary reason why we would find them beautiful too.
Yet feathers of a peacock, and the song of a nightingale, bring such profound ecstasy it makes one weep. What is this if not a glimpse into Paradise; a gift from God Herself. Which brings me to Michael, fallen Archangel and patriarch of Constantinople, or rather: to his childer. Either you already know it and you should, my childe, or I must chide Miss Evers for being so lax in your training , or I hereby grant you permission to peruse my library for the history. Of importance to us is what happened after.
Where lesser creatures might have decided that beauty and dreams bring no succor to the struggle of the night, and thus serve no purpose, the Nephilim recognized the opposite to be true. Existence is cephemeral. Nothing lasts. Nothing is safe. Within that insecurity, that forever looming destru tion and despair, beauty is the only thing of true value. The Nephilim pursue beauty in all their endeavors. Art and architecture, poetry and song, even the reshaping of their own bodies: all these pursuits with abandon, and with beauty as their highest goal.
This is the way to paradise, the road left to us by God, and I intend to follow it. Yes, my beloved childe, you read that correctly: beauty calls, and I must leave you. But I fear not: I have put my affairs in order and prepared your presentation to Prince Harami. I have also made arrangements to reward Miss Evers for her service, thoughed behooves you to thank her yourself. We must both spread our wings and fly now, my beloved childe.
You to go forth from my the shadow and become the force I always saw in you. Treat Prince Harami with respect and occasional slight touch of rebellion, and you will keep him endlessly entertained. From kine to Kindred, and now from Kindred to Angel. Beauty, and only beauty, holds the key to apotheosis. I hope one day you will join me in the ranks of the Nephilim and have squirreled away all the clues you need to follow the trail.
For now, I bid thee well. Observed by Agent Pin k of the Milan cell. Our target remains the elder leech Nico. Madrigal: Bed the bones. Surya: Excuse me? Or sleepin g with your pendulum under your pillow?
Same thing. Surya: Ick. Wai t — you sleep in a coffin? Surya: I am all about style. And valid point about Nico, but stil l…. Madrigal: You literally drink bloo d. Those bones are more likely to catch something off you than vice versa. Surya: Fair, butMadrigal: Nico. For how long?
Madrigal: Seven nights. Madrigal: Well then I tell you abou t bedding the bones. Date ject 1, Madrigal, and Subject 2, Sury Transcript of meeting between Sub the ins rema et targ k of the Milan cell.
Observed by Agent Pin advises now t Agen s. Surya: Can I ask your opinion on Madrigal: Opinion or advice? Sure you want to run up a debt? Surya: Better you than someone else. Madrigal: Oh honey. Surya: So Roseline invited me to a mass. As a way of showin g unity, she says. Madrigal: Creepy? Surya: She literally has to staple her face together every evening, or chunks of her fall off. Plus this mass is just some weird superstitiou s vodou shit, and— Madrigal: Vodou shit?
Madrigal: Have you ever been to a vodou mass? Surya: Well, no, but— Madrigal: Then I think you need to set your racism aside and go. Surya: I am not racist! Madrigal: You raise ghosts from their graves using necrot ic blood, yet what Roseline does is superstitious shit? Madrigal: A bitch you asked for advice. Surya: Okay, fine. Madrigal: Yes. Surya: Dedicated to this Baron of theirs.
Madrigal: Yes, I assumed that. Surya: What? Madrigal: A god. Do you believe Christianity is the only true religion? Madrigal: Not what I asked. Is it the only true religion? Madrigal: Then let me skip to the conclusion.
Or the girl who refused a god? Or the girl who refused an ancient? Surya: Shit. He will still crush you for not paying proper respect. Heck, Nico will crush you for making unwanted waves. This is no different than bedding the bones — put your reservations aside, and just fucking do it.
And honey? Hail Gorgo, Slayer of Men Medusa was a heinous monster, a seductress who lured men to their stony deaths until a brave hero stepped forward to remove this female scourge from the land. This is the story you likely heard, the lie passed down by men. World of Darkness. Books Characters Glossary Timeline. Characters Glossary Timeline. Books Pantheons Glossary. Explore Wikis Community Central. Register Don't have an account? Selected Option:. Average Rating 3 ratings. Cursed by the Divine Faith in the Final Nights sometimes tends to polarize people, and the Kindred are no exception.
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