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I always wanted to be the hero. Centre stage was always my station. But in this tale I am no protagonist. Saviour perhaps, but no leading man.
Saviour. Curious thing about saviours, they get sacrificed for their causes. Such is fate.
How did it come to this? Twisted and meandering is the path that led me here. How I railed against the injustice of it. Denied inner peace for one lapse of judgement. One single moment of poor taste. Even now I hear his maniacal laughter in my head, taunting me. No more. I will strike at where he hides and in the process release myself.
It must be hastened. The longer it sleeps, the stronger it shall be when it awakens. The blood of elders will rouse it. Spectator no more, I shall take the mantle of instigator. A foil to the folly of ages.
Sacrifice. Perhaps in sacrifice, I shall find peace. And in peace, I’ll yet be a hero.

Welcome to the city

Caesars yellowed fingers couldn't stop fidgeting with the medals on his uniform.

"All I'm saying Godmother is that we don't have to take this from anyone, least of all those bloated, self-important fuckers! We worked this since the beginning. They have no right to just waltz in here and turn shit-hole upside down. Fuck, this isn't even their juris-fucking-diction! Since when do they handle secular matters?"

"Calm yourself Caesar. There's nothing we can do about it now. The only one who can throw them out is the Regent herself and the Prisci block..."

"Fuck the Regent! She hasn't even shown her face in a decade!"

"CAESAR!" The godmothers childlike hands slapped the antique, solid oak desk. It cracked in several places. "I will not tolerate such treasonous words! Do I need to remind you of your place?"

Caesars fingernails tapped against silver plated pewter. A dying heartbeat.

"No... no Godmother, I apologise. Please excuse my temper. I... I spoke out of turn."

"I will pretend you never said that."

"Thank you Godmother. Your mercy knows no bounds."

"Caesar, you have to understand that what happened here was unprecedented. A whole clan was murdered. Secular or not, this is something the Inquisition will be interested in. There is nothing we can do to stop them. All we can do is our job. Now, about that rat you uncovered..."

Word from the New World

My Dearest Penelope,

I know it's hard for you to understand, my darling. Such is the life of one such as I. The hunt never ends and this time, I am on the trail of a big one. The biggest yet by all accounts. I know you worry so but mark my words this beastie will mount my mantle like the rest, blast it all! Sorry for the profanity, my love. I know how sensitive you are.

I’ve tracked my quarry to the most intriguing of places. Bright lights, fast cars and full of those damned French. In the Americas, no less. Shouldn’t be too long on this sortie. But I’ve had Gunga Din pack supplies for an extended trip just to be safe. Good boy, that. Even for a native.

Anyway, shan’t dally too long with this. Back soon for a strong cuppa and a polish of your headstone.

Yours Forever,

Custer von Glitz

P.S. The biscuits here are god awful.

Proposition

Hey, Luca. I wanna make a deal with you, I figure you can help me out with something important.

See, I'm thinking of branching out on the business side. But, I really hate repeating myself and I don't think I could be bothered to deal with the hassles of running more than one night club at once. So I figured, seeing as you could use a place of your own to conduct war-meetings and whatever other kind of Anarch stuff, you could, well, manage it? I'm buying a new place just down the road and if you want I'll give you total control over it. You can do whatever you want there, make it Anarchs-only even if you really want, keep it vamps only or mortal or a mix, give it whatever name, illegal stuff or drugs or whatever, I don't care.

What I want out of this is 40% profits, you advertise some of my events, and if anyone asks for me you send them up the road to Purgatory. Useful for me, 'cause I can send the riff-raff down to you (some people just don't fit in here, you know?). Like I say, I won't interfere - I don't want to, so if it comes to me having to get involved I'll be pissed off. But I figure you can handle pretty much anything. Oh, and don't interfere with my side of the business either - I'll invite whoever the hell I want to Purgatory. You'd have to deal with Jem too.

So, do we have a deal? There's a bunch of stupid lawyer papers to sign too. Faith can probably figure that stuff out. Speaking of which...

...oh, never mind.

The rain is falling like the Devil's pitchforks from the sky

Montreal. A prime example of the ebb and flow of a seedy underbelly that threatens to spill out and smother a society of flickering virtue. A city of European pretence and Western decadence. The city is a lie… and I hate lies. The truth is like a hot spear and I intend to skewer this nest of deception like a blasphemous pig, squealing out it's dying falsehoods. I came here for answers. There’s someone here that knows me, knows what I need. I can feel it in my gut. And my gut never lies. Call it detective’s intuition. My past, the red star, God, the war in the city; it’s all connected. And once the dots are connected it’ll show a picture of my reckoning. Someone’s going to pay. And they better leave a generous tip.

Marco, Marco, Marco...

Why do you continue to hunt me? Why here? Why now?

What I did was in a previous life, what do these things matter now?

It was only business, in past life no less, why the fuck did you have to make it so goddamn personal?

Just please, leave me be, I harbour no ill intent towards you. Forget about this meaningless quest for revenge, I ask this for both or sakes...

To a battle well fought!

Comrades,

It seems like only the other night I arrived in this city as a stranger, surrounded by enemies and not knowing who to trust.

Things have changed since then, for on this one night, we fought and bled together for a common cause. We proved that together, we can accomplish the near impossible.

We showed to all, that to fuck with one of us is to fuck with all of us, that although we may be few we will not sit idle while our enemies attack us. Our retribution will be fierce, such that all will know, they might be stronger then us, they might be more then us, but fuck with us and we'll leave you with one hell of a bloody nose.

Jeshaan - You fought valiantly and with honour. My sincerest condolences for your loss. You and your brethren are a true asset for our cause.

Jeremy - I hope your thirst for vengeance is quenched and that you manage to retrieve a little of what you lost. I know that perhaps you still hold it against me for what I did, but know I only did what I thought was best, and I tried my hardest to make it up to you.

Violette - You're one crazy bitch on the battleground! You fought hard and well, and gave it your all, we can ask for nothing more.

Tabitha - You're a brave girl! Without you I feel we would have had a very very difficult time, well done! I hope that you'll come play with us again next time we venture into town.

Long Tom - Once again you have shown your commitment to our cause. I know that you have made some enemies since casting your lot with us, but know that we are here should you ever need anything.

Faith - You sided with us no questions asked, you too showed your commitment. You fought selflessly and with passion, I hope you have a feeling of accomplishment and purpose for what you did.

Oscar - It seems that I may have misjudged you, I'll admit that and apologise. When the shit hit the fan you sided with us, god knows how the battle would have turned out without you and Byron. You proved invaluable, and for that you have my thanks and respect.

Lola - I truly thought that you didn't care about our plight. I was wrong, you too fought bravely with us. Well maybe you won't call yourself an anarch, your actions have led me to believe otherwise. I consider you one of us, and in case you haven't figured this out about me, that means a hell of alot. You have my gratitude.

Finally, Madam Gunimarre - I salute you Madam! Unlike many Camarilla princes who let there archons and minions stride into battle while they sit comfortably on their thrones, you put yourself at risk fought with us on the front lines. You are a true example of a Baroness, you have my undying loyalty.

Well done again to all on a battle well fought. I know there may be repercussions for what we did that night, but I feel what we accomplished was well worth it. We worked together and were victorious against a powerful foe, we would do well to remember this.

Viva la Revolución!

Regards,

Luca