"An item. A very old ritual item. Not within the reaches of mortal men. And hardly within the understanding of most immortals." He had a faraway look in his eye as he thought of it. Only decades of research brought him even a trifle of information on the matter and a few more finally cracked the veil of a world that had once ensnared them. Once you look through the looking glass, it looks back.
He wanted an end to it all.
Even if it meant admitting that he had lost Matayas and Amelia to their fates. Entwined in a endless battle on opposite sides. Never to reunite. Never to find peace.
He grunted and managed a short chuckle. Head nodding he patted her hand.
"I was never really far...at least not in thought." He muttered so matter-of-fact that the revelation almost seemed a trifle matter. And maybe it was now that so much time had passed and men change into monsters.
Lothoro's hands slid down her shoulders to her hands. "Mmm." He nodded. Good question. "To the ones that can hear them. Their blood masters. Probably the one who hired me to kill you, actually."
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Date: 2011-09-15 12:17 am (UTC)He wanted an end to it all.
Even if it meant admitting that he had lost Matayas and Amelia to their fates. Entwined in a endless battle on opposite sides. Never to reunite. Never to find peace.
He grunted and managed a short chuckle. Head nodding he patted her hand.
"I was never really far...at least not in thought." He muttered so matter-of-fact that the revelation almost seemed a trifle matter. And maybe it was now that so much time had passed and men change into monsters.
Lothoro's hands slid down her shoulders to her hands. "Mmm." He nodded. Good question. "To the ones that can hear them. Their blood masters. Probably the one who hired me to kill you, actually."