"We do not speak of those heresies here." An older woman ushered between sips of crimson, which painted pale lips in similar shades of lust and debauchery. Such was the color she envisioned when the once bright world darkened into eternal night, and the plane they inhabited succumbed to their most proper following. When the sun ceased to shine, humanity needed only the smallest push in their direction, as the Kindred wanted only what was best for their lessers. The Maquerade was now law. This world was theirs to rule. To maintain.
Humanity needed discipline.
The Camarilla brought Kitja Zykov to this planet for judgement, and only when she had accomplished her tasks at hand would she leave, fulfilled.
A smile wicked enough to tease the sequins and silk from the bodies of even the most pious seemed plastered to her delicate visage. "I speak only truth, Your Grace. I would never lie to you."
"But to the other Primogen you might, Lisichka?"
Kitja tutted several times before the ghost of a sultry laugh escaped her bejeweled throat. "Printsessa knows better than I, it seems. I wouldn't dream to argue with you, though think better of your Scourge in the future. How many years have I been here, watching the world around us decay?" A pause was given as the carriers of their palanquin stuttered their steps, though the two present in the box couldn't see what had them making mistakes. A distinct whine hissed through the skyline above. "You wanted decadence, and I have given it to you. You wanted peace, and there is peace here in this filth..."
The elder raised a hand and gestures outside as though referring to something beyond their reaches. "I do not doubt your allegiances, but the Masquerade does not need to be taken down. Do you trust those among us to live by a personal code, Lisichka? They would ruin more than the environment of this world. We govern for good reason, or the supplies would be drained, and there would be nothing left for us to feed from. Let the humans see us as whatever they care to see us as, but we will uphold the Masquerade. This is a court, not a circus."
"Then why do you allow clowns on the Primogen council?" Kitja's auburn brows knit as she tapped the small button on the side door closest to where she was seated. "Printsessa, you do not understand the trials the Toreador was facing-"
"Believe me, I know more than you might think." Milky eyes met Kitja's gaze as she asked, "Do you plan to leave now? Not even a ride back to court?"
"There is something going on outside I must attend to. Your grace." The hand offered was taken, and when the top had been kissed, Kitja was free to slip away into the dusky evening. It wouldn't be long until the first pod made contact with the planet, and the resonating boom jostled the creature as she moved through heavily populated streets towards the location streaming smoke into the already polluted atmosphere. The crowd watched, and she became one of these watchers, silent among Kindred and Kine, though the humans were gawking and frantic in how they looked upon the armored beast breaking free from it's shell.
A solid kick sent the door outwards, and the being soon emerged massive and heavily geared for far harsher terrains. Kitja's eyes narrowed suspiciously before she took several steps backwards into the crowd. More pods were landing, their insignia covered presences finding locations to destroy in their wake, though not quite as close by as this one had been.
"Who are they?" She asked of those Kindred near her, though their just shook their heads in their apparent shock.
Humanity needed discipline.
The Camarilla brought Kitja Zykov to this planet for judgement, and only when she had accomplished her tasks at hand would she leave, fulfilled.
A smile wicked enough to tease the sequins and silk from the bodies of even the most pious seemed plastered to her delicate visage. "I speak only truth, Your Grace. I would never lie to you."
"But to the other Primogen you might, Lisichka?"
Kitja tutted several times before the ghost of a sultry laugh escaped her bejeweled throat. "Printsessa knows better than I, it seems. I wouldn't dream to argue with you, though think better of your Scourge in the future. How many years have I been here, watching the world around us decay?" A pause was given as the carriers of their palanquin stuttered their steps, though the two present in the box couldn't see what had them making mistakes. A distinct whine hissed through the skyline above. "You wanted decadence, and I have given it to you. You wanted peace, and there is peace here in this filth..."
The elder raised a hand and gestures outside as though referring to something beyond their reaches. "I do not doubt your allegiances, but the Masquerade does not need to be taken down. Do you trust those among us to live by a personal code, Lisichka? They would ruin more than the environment of this world. We govern for good reason, or the supplies would be drained, and there would be nothing left for us to feed from. Let the humans see us as whatever they care to see us as, but we will uphold the Masquerade. This is a court, not a circus."
"Then why do you allow clowns on the Primogen council?" Kitja's auburn brows knit as she tapped the small button on the side door closest to where she was seated. "Printsessa, you do not understand the trials the Toreador was facing-"
"Believe me, I know more than you might think." Milky eyes met Kitja's gaze as she asked, "Do you plan to leave now? Not even a ride back to court?"
"There is something going on outside I must attend to. Your grace." The hand offered was taken, and when the top had been kissed, Kitja was free to slip away into the dusky evening. It wouldn't be long until the first pod made contact with the planet, and the resonating boom jostled the creature as she moved through heavily populated streets towards the location streaming smoke into the already polluted atmosphere. The crowd watched, and she became one of these watchers, silent among Kindred and Kine, though the humans were gawking and frantic in how they looked upon the armored beast breaking free from it's shell.
A solid kick sent the door outwards, and the being soon emerged massive and heavily geared for far harsher terrains. Kitja's eyes narrowed suspiciously before she took several steps backwards into the crowd. More pods were landing, their insignia covered presences finding locations to destroy in their wake, though not quite as close by as this one had been.
"Who are they?" She asked of those Kindred near her, though their just shook their heads in their apparent shock.
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