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Default   #46   Suzerain of Sheol Suzerain of Sheol is offline
Desolation Denizen
It is time.

Seven noble souls have filled the seven vessels of the Grail. Soon, these ancient streets will run with the blood of mages. Death with glorify those who fall, and the divine endowment of God on earth will crown the victor. It is her honor to facilitate this tribulation. Beneath her auspice, they will strive, and suffer, and die, and in so doing kindle the holy spirit anew in the sacred soil of France.

Rising with imperious grace, Ruler's hand extends forth, surges of godlike mana leaping like lighting from the Command Seals sheathing her arm. Her voice reechoes a thousandfold from the palace vaults.

"By my supreme Command and the authority of the celestial Father, I, Charlemagne, Empress of Saints, do hereby forbid each Servant and Master from meeting in violence until I declare the commencement of this war. You will arrive in my court three hours after dawn on the second day to treat and parley, and from the thence the battle shall begin. This is my decree."

Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
Old Posted 01-21-2017, 10:38 PM Reply With Quote