In a field of a thousand sufferers, Vlad Dracul walked as though it were a blossom garden. It might as well have been.
It was said that he was the greatest strategist. But the truth was, this cadaver display was not for political victory, or to ward away the approaching usurpers - it had nought to do with military manoeuvres or keeping safe that part of the country he controlled.
It was all about the very worst and lowest a man could go. It was what it was, and no amount of reasoning - good or bad - could explain or qualify the horrific insult this demon was to humanity.
And so when Fatima was brought into landscape of death, her own soul was overwhelmed.
“Who are you?” she cried.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
It was said that he was the greatest strategist. But the truth was, this cadaver display was not for political victory, or to ward away the approaching usurpers - it had nought to do with military manoeuvres or keeping safe that part of the country he controlled.
It was all about the very worst and lowest a man could go. It was what it was, and no amount of reasoning - good or bad - could explain or qualify the horrific insult this demon was to humanity.
And so when Fatima was brought into landscape of death, her own soul was overwhelmed.
“Who are you?” she cried.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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