We as Infidels

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Syrinx would call out for his eldest daughter, the one that had been the most present in Valhalla, and he would wait for her in his condemning silence. It was time to begin her training, to craft her into a warrior without perplexion. She needed to become something superior and something better. The first steps to that would be teaching her about her blood, would be teaching her that she could do anything with the strength that was in her. She was a pure warrior. He and Eos had genetics that, together, could not fail. Of this he was well aware.

"Vyvienne," her name was ushered from his lips and his legs were planted against the ground. The stature of the emperor would appear to be larger for admittedly, he had put weight on, sitting silently and in anoyance in Valhalla. Never before had he lacked a purpose, but he had to admit, things were a bit boring while he had nothing to do. He, admittedly, was excited for the war that was on the horizon, and he was certainly going to be taking part. After all, he was a force to be reckoned with, non? Lips curved into a wry toothy grin and he stared at the landscape, looking at it as though he envisioned fire, and chaos. With Eos gone, the strands that tied him to reality seemed to snap a little more each day, and it was painful for him to admit, but he was slipping, and with every step he went farther and farther into the endless abyss.
"Speech!".