Welcome to Hell

Her eyes were on him like a hawk, focusing and calculating as she answered his mention of Hannibal. Having met him briefly, he was not surprised she could remember him off of one meeting alone - Hannibal was certainly different, and not just in looks. Although he mimicked his brother in appearance, settling with far more black and less pink skin, most seemed to remember Hannibal. Whether they'd recognize him based on name alone didn't matter much to him - he hardly remembered anyone's name after learning it, why should he expect it from others? While his brother probably made a more amiable impression on others, wooing them with his seductive words. Carthage, at best, wooed others with his rugged appearance and sultry smile , but more often it was his reputation, his military experience that others knew him for.

He hadn't earned the name 'Carnage' for nothing, although he seldom uses it himself.

"The Klein blood runs thick and strong; Klein's stick together. The Empire will rebuild itself, and I will be around for it's rise." His response was very structured, as if rehearsed his entire life. He wasn't sure if Hannibal had many plans for raising the Empire, but soon the Kleins would fill these lands and make it their new home and eventually it would happen, even if Carthage had to do it himself.


"Speech!"
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