[Lahabrea would deny any claim to godhood, especially since he doesn’t aspire to become a deity. Since Athena's fall from grace, he has dedicated his life to repairing the damage she caused in the depths of Pandaemonium. With so much work ahead of him to preserve the longevity of their new world, he could not let the stench of her insanity seep into Etheirys However, to individuals who are not familiar with the Convocation, Lahabrea and other members may appear like gods. After all, Lahabrea’s true name is that of the Greek deity of fire, Hephaistos.]
Despite all the sacrifices made, nothing could stop the inevitable end.
[He looks at the projection he made out of aether and murmurs to himself. By now, curious spectators were observing them, most of them taken aback by this magical spectacle. Lahabrea, though, didn't appear in the slightest bit perturbed. However, his expression shifts into one of wrath when Frieda as of “how” this all came to be.]
That is because we were betrayed by another, one who dared to defy us in moment of need.
[His description of this would-be traitor is tinged with venom and a dark hint of hatred. Who would have the audacity to undermine the hard work of a worthy few? A vile tyrant who believed that her will was superior to the will of the people. His resentment for this brutal usurper knows no bounds, but Hephaistos has yet to act. Though he wishes he could rip her to pieces for ruining all he held dear, even Lahabrea acknowledges that Venat is not solely to blame.]
Even so, I hesitate to inflict unnecessary violence on this traitor despite my lingering contempt for them.
[Lahabrea lets out a heavy sigh as the illusions he constructed evaporate suddenly, leaving behind a path of glittery white shards that eventually fade from existence. He's quite exhausted. Lahabrea sits back in his chair and shuts his eyes, like a tired old man. It is the most humanlike thing he has done thus far.]
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Date: 2024-01-24 02:47 pm (UTC)Despite all the sacrifices made, nothing could stop the inevitable end.
[He looks at the projection he made out of aether and murmurs to himself. By now, curious spectators were observing them, most of them taken aback by this magical spectacle. Lahabrea, though, didn't appear in the slightest bit perturbed. However, his expression shifts into one of wrath when Frieda as of “how” this all came to be.]
That is because we were betrayed by another, one who dared to defy us in moment of need.
[His description of this would-be traitor is tinged with venom and a dark hint of hatred. Who would have the audacity to undermine the hard work of a worthy few? A vile tyrant who believed that her will was superior to the will of the people. His resentment for this brutal usurper knows no bounds, but Hephaistos has yet to act. Though he wishes he could rip her to pieces for ruining all he held dear, even Lahabrea acknowledges that Venat is not solely to blame.]
Even so, I hesitate to inflict unnecessary violence on this traitor despite my lingering contempt for them.
[Lahabrea lets out a heavy sigh as the illusions he constructed evaporate suddenly, leaving behind a path of glittery white shards that eventually fade from existence. He's quite exhausted. Lahabrea sits back in his chair and shuts his eyes, like a tired old man. It is the most humanlike thing he has done thus far.]
I feel like I'm doomed to go insane.