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!".
She followed her father?s summons, not because she was a particularly obedient daughter, but because her father was hers and she had not been able to keep close track on his presence lately. Her dark brown frame carried herself through the landscape, long limbs pulling her towards her sire, who she greeted with wide acidic eyes and a blank stare. Vyvienne Adravendi was quite the sight; she was an extremely large girl, especially for her age. Upon arrival she would swiftly decline into a seated position.
?Father,? she said without much emotion. ?Where?s mine?? she asked, a simple, strange way of her asking where her siblings and mother were. No, there was nothing incestual about her possession of her siblings, but rather she viewed those around her as objects. If she liked them enough, they became hers, and then she could control them. For now, all she could do was control her sisters, but perhaps as she grew her capabilities would expand. Perhaps her father had called her here to teach her how to take what she wanted.
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he liked when things were different and Vyvienne was precisely that. He, of course, expected no less for she was his daughter, and his daughters were only as strong as he. there was no difference, and now, it was up to him to train them for life with the absence of Eos. He could not say that her departure was unexpected, for she had never really been a constant marker in their lives, but he could admit he was surprised that she would take off with such rapidity. He would find her and try to find what so coaxed her away. He wanted her to be a part of her children's lives, for she had not had a mother, but that did not mean the children were meant to face the same fate. Perhaps, in her book it did, or perhaps she had just forgotten to care. The latter was the most probable. She had never been a particularly loving creature regardless of her upbringing. She was...different, though he respected this.
"You should keep track of that which belongs to you, Vyvienne," If she had stepped up as the leader of her siblings and the superior one to be, then it was fair that he push such a task onto her. If she wanted power then he was going to make respect a resplendent and overbearing factor of her life. He would force his daughter to become a legion instead of a single force to be reckoned with. "What do you see in Valhalla? What has it brought you?" he needed to know what she already knew, and from there he would begin.
"Speech!".