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[Azreal Lu`Rael]

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*Within a dimly lit chamber inside the Temple of Oblivion sits at a desk the one called Azreal, twirling a rose in his hand he leans back in his seat and ponders*


So many a thing has passed since that time my dear....

Would you recognize me?

Who are you?

Would you look upon me if I were to pass?

*Looks away in fear*

Would you open yourself to my embrace?

Please... Please.. NO!

No... I suppose you would not Dutchess Willow...

How rude you were indeed that night.. very displeasing...

*Azreal continues to twirl the rose in his hand, his gaze fixed upon it*

Things are coming together slowly...save for occasional nuisance of the so-called champions of light. How dare they come into our city with arms...

How sweet they do indeed taste after falling from harm...

I wonder what I should wear... perhaps the red cape toni....

And now the dinner to arrange, I had nearly forgotten.

*Moves his other hand to his quill and makes a note of the dinner*

It wont be long now.... not long at all.... and when the time has come to pass... I can begin my work....

*Sets the quill down and begins to trace the edges of the pedals with a lone pale finger*

Britannia is all in bloom... like you my dear... so much life in the lands... so much to caress...touch....taste...

Savor...

So soft.. fragrant... if I were to squeeze my hand but a little.... you would break before me... how I adore that....

*Sets the Rose neatly upon the desk before him and raises from his seat*

Goodnight my blossom...

Britannia...

I shall come for you soon, fear not.