Post by Tiberius Spurius on Nov 8, 2006 21:35:26 GMT -5
Ah Love; with it's wings one could leap over any obstacle or fly above the tallest creations on Earth to reach what they so dearly loved. The singular emotion, that amicable trait that all humans tender close to their bosom, in the past has sparked marriage, hatred, loss, war, corruption, murder, sickness, and lastly Death. And now after the Human race had suffered and blossomed in the fickle grip of Lover's lusting, they would finally be able to achieve their Paradise where love ruled all thoughts and adversary held no reign. However such a domain would be resisted at first, but with the proper persuasion (being the gentlest way to phrase it), they would be made to see the error in their ways.
They would learn to Love like never before and Tiberius Spurius intended to be their mentor.
And to become their mentor, he would have to take two of theirs; the first being the one that was once seduced early on by Tiberius' wiles. Fiona Rigaldi had once told him that he would be welcomed into the school and that he could live in the Resident's Hall; the rugged puppeteer never took her up on that offer, but now that would be his logical excuse should he have been asked just exactly why he'd enter the Castle. Then again; he didn't enter through a conventional means at all. Outside of the Phoenix statue, a narrow beam of light appeared against the backdrop of the late evening. At first it seemed like a random strand of moonlight had shone through the window, but as the light waxed and waned; it was clear that this wasn't lunar light.
And forth from the light emerged the master of creation, the true paragon of all creatures; born of both angel and human. Out stepped the Nephilim Tiberius Spurius, bathed in etheral light that shone from behind the black backdrop of his trenchcoat; his sickly sweet smile illuminating his features even more. Slowly he stepped forward without a flaw in his fine motor skills, overexemplifying his majestic motion; making him seem god-like as he gripped the Phoenix Statue in both hands. Gently as a father lifting his newborn child into the air and with the ease of a babe lifting a straw of hay, the blond-haired giant lifted the statue and set it down with ease to the side of the entry way. Dusting off his hands in advance, Tiberius Spurius ascended the stairs until he reached a plain door; which held out the treacherous being and safeguarded the innocence that was inside it.
But eventually; all innocence is soiled one way or another.
"Fiona, m'lady; you wouldn't keep an old acquintance waiting on your doorstep all this time would you?", said Tiberius with the air of sophistication and masculine seduction that only he was capable of. Now his words of honey baited the trap; now to see if the prey would fall for it.
They would learn to Love like never before and Tiberius Spurius intended to be their mentor.
And to become their mentor, he would have to take two of theirs; the first being the one that was once seduced early on by Tiberius' wiles. Fiona Rigaldi had once told him that he would be welcomed into the school and that he could live in the Resident's Hall; the rugged puppeteer never took her up on that offer, but now that would be his logical excuse should he have been asked just exactly why he'd enter the Castle. Then again; he didn't enter through a conventional means at all. Outside of the Phoenix statue, a narrow beam of light appeared against the backdrop of the late evening. At first it seemed like a random strand of moonlight had shone through the window, but as the light waxed and waned; it was clear that this wasn't lunar light.
And forth from the light emerged the master of creation, the true paragon of all creatures; born of both angel and human. Out stepped the Nephilim Tiberius Spurius, bathed in etheral light that shone from behind the black backdrop of his trenchcoat; his sickly sweet smile illuminating his features even more. Slowly he stepped forward without a flaw in his fine motor skills, overexemplifying his majestic motion; making him seem god-like as he gripped the Phoenix Statue in both hands. Gently as a father lifting his newborn child into the air and with the ease of a babe lifting a straw of hay, the blond-haired giant lifted the statue and set it down with ease to the side of the entry way. Dusting off his hands in advance, Tiberius Spurius ascended the stairs until he reached a plain door; which held out the treacherous being and safeguarded the innocence that was inside it.
But eventually; all innocence is soiled one way or another.
"Fiona, m'lady; you wouldn't keep an old acquintance waiting on your doorstep all this time would you?", said Tiberius with the air of sophistication and masculine seduction that only he was capable of. Now his words of honey baited the trap; now to see if the prey would fall for it.