There are legends that detail the lives of passionate immortals, gracing their time upon the unsuspecting. The tales of the gods provide plenty of dramatic flair for any seeking juicy mythos to chew on. I read it all for a good laugh.
Reality is its own demise. There are plenty out there who would usurp me in their quest for ultimate power. Not the least of which would be Damia – that fur covered bitch. There is no excuse for my lackadaisical approach in dealing with her, and she has become a thorn in my side more than ever. Her intoxications, her touch, her breasts, her long silky legs…
I digress. This must end. The sacrifice of my affairs is no longer worth these trivial trysts in the dead of night.
Friends manipulated…people killed for sport…insolence…disrespect. All in my name. Does she really think she can get away with this without me knowing? Being elder Twisted herself – she’s much too difficult to kill. I may have to find her a new place to live. Not so close to me.