Dominion of White [Social/Hyperion]

It hung over the sand city, the silver full moon. Gusts of cold air were to tug ever so gently upon Angelus' light red coat. Earrings of purple gems and light colored red rubies, he treads forward with menace and regal in his steps. It was here that the dark reaper, Angelus, had sought out others to recruit within his faction that was ever expanding, those who could be of great use perhaps. Rather beautiful and lush locks wove like wisps of a pure white smoke upon coming forth from out of the shadows of the night to the dark backstreet. It could be found here. Quite all from the ugly likes of bumbling drunkards, the addicted gamblers, women and men who surrender their bodies for quick cash, to the immoral slavers that roamed the street of the to be dead could be found within this place.

It was a putrid stench and a truly revolting sight for Angelus to lay his eyes upon. How far did these nasty loathsome people have to possibly go for their excessive indulgence? It made Angelus wish to cut every one of their vile useless lives down right here, with not an ounce of mercy. It was brutal, Angelus' methods, but so would the means have to be, for his blinding dream of mammoth size to be realized. His to be Majesty, King of the Light, came to a halt, standing within the cynical street of the to be dead, and he were to mutter a set of grave words to a man he had been directed to, a man with connections to the finest slavers:

Gilgamesh: "Bring me the finest slaver this land has to offer. I wish to make a deal. Make haste, for the name of Gilgamesh shall slaughter every man and woman here if you fail."

As if his eyes were death itself, he pierced the core of the man, directing a command to him. Angelus did not play. If the man failed to do what was directed then he had no choice but to lay waste to this measly place. However, the white scarfed man kept patient and calm. Yet, he were to not let his guard down within this dark street, for he had more than a few foes. In this land existed plenty of independents, some who may have crossed paths or swords a few times with the legend of Gilgamesh, the to be warlord rising to try and rule the land. However, none knew that there was far more to his story than met the eye, or what was even rumored of his name thus far. Only a few people close to Angelus knew of the coming apocalypse of the dark that was to be commanded by him, within the year. For that very apocalypse he longed to head, he had to recruit and start ties with those who could serve that blinding vision of light, the one that could cause those of the dark path to bathe within the fire of hell to just be scorched out of existence.

Gilgamesh: "Hmph.."

Murmured the figure as he sat, waiting to see what fate had to offer him.

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