by The Kingpin » Fri Jan 11, 2008 11:56 pm
"Wrong, Stimeak. you could not be farther from the truth than that. though, i don't blame you. being the one with the most power in the White Realm it may seem that i am the one responsible for everything. unfortunately for us both, the truth was a much more...upsetting one. Firstly, to answer the question i asked you, I am Vitae, the White Emperor. the Holder of the White Alariel Gem. the only Keeper of life below the one who created me. as such, i'm assuming it's obvious i love life, in all it's forms. condemning any soul to death is as much a pain to me as condemning myself to it" growled Vitae as he flew around Stimeak, deciding that, since matters were of such a severity as this, it was time to let out the secret he had held for centuries. the biggest secret of the White Family. before he was finally silenced...the memory lost with him. "When we discovered that your mother, my daughter Katrissia, had a child on it's way to coming into the world, my whole soul lightened up with happiness. it is not my business who my family meets and mates, so long as they were worthy of them. to this day, i can only suspect that my old, long dead friend Typhoon's son, Dramacus, was your father. such Storm control could only come from a rightful heir of the Silver Imperials, and his line was known as the worthiest of holding the Gem. that was a fact i knew not back then. i knew it was a Silver, and a powerful one. the soul within you was mighty, even then. not a normal one. however...my mate, your grandmother, did not share this happiness. word spread, and soon, it got out that your mother had been out in the mountains, meeting Dragons. not one. but many. that's what the word that had spread throughout the White Empire said. no sooner had it been heard than my family turned on me behind your mother's back, demanding that I drive her out, for the sake of the family's reputation. i refused, but, faced with nearly 10 relatives, at least 3 of them my younger brothers, who all wanted my position, i was left with no alternative. my power is great, but faced with so many incredibly powerful beings, some surpassing me in natural, non-gem aided power, left me almost incapable of doing anything else, without losing my own life to those treachorous snakes. and so, your mother was forced out of the realm. originally i had intended to help her, but soon, that was shown to be impossible. it was like they wanted to choke out all sources of help. to drown out all chances of you or your mother surviving, calling you and her the "grime that could not stain the White Imperials' homes". So i was left with only the hope that one day they could be punished. and so, some did. wars killed 5. the last 5 are now practically waiting for this day. the day that the Emperor falls so that they may claim his place as ruler. I can only hope you remember these facts one day, and that memory of me is not that of a cold hearted creature who didn't even care for his own daughter" growled the Emperor, his eyes now losing their white glow and revealing their true nature. blood red eyes with thin white slitted pupils in the center of them. his life was at an end. he knew it, and was only regretful that it would be his own flesh and blood that did it. still, he expected that, at least, Stimeak would not be one to torture his body and toy with his soul afterwards, as Demons would have done, had they managed to bring him down. he prepared himself for a fight. if there was one way to die that he could take pride in, and others in generations to come, it would be death in battle...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG