Post by greg on Jul 2, 2009 23:58:12 GMT -5
(Okay, so Greggory now is pretty much dead. If you don't feel like reading those long posts, to put it short, he was tortured horrible and left to let the sun finish him off. There you go. Though I suggest you read the posts. Now the angels are moving out of Vile Elegance and heading toward their stronghold. So vampire or angel, you can now post. Vampires, if you try and escape or fight back, you WILL be killed - no ifs ands or buts. Vampires, you are free to post NPC Angels, but keep them in character please. Angels, feel free to post NPC Vampires, but same goes for them. Keep them in character. Don't have a happy vampire clapping through line, and don't have a kind angel feeling sorry for the vampires. Angels, feel free to post an NPC vampire trying to escape. You can kill them. Have fun!)
In only a few moments, Greggory Smith was going to die.
He didn't know this however. As a matter of fact, he was thinking about the future as if he were going to be in it. He was thinking about the future of his race and others. He was imaging the world as it used to be - busy, vibrant and alive. He thought about the old days when humanity actually meant something; where empathy was encouraged and apathy frowned upon. The present was too depressing to think about. It was either a hopeful future or the enjoyed past. Life in the now was horrible. It was meaningless and mundane. When he saw the ashes of the American flag fall, he had felt joy and excitement. Looking back on that moment made his stomach churn with disgust. If only he had known... If only he had realized that the end of the world also meant the end of his world. He remembered his garrulous speeches dripping with bitter lies and compulsive thinking. He had fooled the people with his pretty words and genuine-looking smile. He did well in achieving his goal of total war again. But he didn't want this. He didn't want the city to fall. He had a hate for werewolves and he let that drive him to irrational thinking. He felt pathetic and his reflection would make him sick if he had one. A tear of blood fell from one of his eyes and he quickly wiped it away, leaving a devious smear of red on his cheek. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face clear.
Clearing his throat, Greggory Smith picked up his pen and hunched over an antique looking piece of paper as his hand started to rapidly move.
Thoughts have been racing through my mind recently. The world as we now know it is a bitter and cruel one, far more demoralizing than it once was long ago. It is time for rebuilding. It is time to take the times to what they once were. No longer should we have to wait in our hiding spots for a clear moment to come to the surface. No longer should we cower at the howl of the outsiders. No longer should we rely on whispers in the night for accurate information. I say to you that no longer should our world be left to rot and fall. Now is the time for us to band together and join forces.
I write to you now as an inquiry for your audience. I can understand your reluctance to see me. I will meet you where ever you like and under any terms you wish. I will come to you alone and unarmed. I will offer myself to you. I realize my promise probably means little to nothing to you. I can fully understand your hesitance and weariness to trust me.
I do not want this for a personal agenda. I have nothing I want to gain with this offer to you. My word is powerless in your decision. So I am appealing to your desire for a better world. I am appealing to your desire for change. I want this current world no more than you do. Numerous times have I contemplated walking out into the sunlight for the first time in centuries, to end my long life with a fleeting moment of happiness, to feel the warm sun kissed my cold, dead cheeks.
I assure you there is no ill will intended. As I said, I will come to you empty handed except for a blank piece of paper where we can put down our allegiance in the terms you wish. It is not only the Vampyrs whom are suffering. Everyone in this world is suffering the repercussions of my foolish acts and lies. The guilt that is on my heart is heavy and crushing. I must have no heart to have wished such a fate on anyone.
I write to you now, leader of the...
And then there was a sudden sound outside his door and a shriek of fright. Greggory jumped to his feet in alarm, but he wasn't ready for what came next.