Vicelord Blue Dream

//Between Blue and the whole manipulative mastermind schemer schtick i'm kinda already going bananas...

//How do ya'll handle multiple muses is a mystery to me...

I got my bug only and i'm losing my mind with all the shit and lore i've writen of him.

I am the Night, I saw their fall
I spoke the truth most of all
Let them call me just
Let them call me wrong
I am neither, I am gone

I am gone.

If he was like everyone else... then everyone had the potential of doing the same; if such was the case, how long before all of hell descended into these levels of brutality and horror?

A spiral of horrid paranoia planted so simply...

"The moment something has a name it can no longer be dehumanized."

A cold, premeditated, unnerving comment passed as simple wisdom, and yet there was an unspoken horror there alongside the planting of numerous seeds of doubt.

If he had a name then that made him like everyone else...

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"Means to know who lies behind the mask... you may call me Fulgrim."

A mask is what this name was, but one that granted the owl a semblance of giving this THING in armor a way to adress them.

Unbeknownst to the owl, there was a sinister yet subtle smirk under the insect's helmet.

Viciousness and brutality, grace and dignity... numerous facets of a complicated individual.

"Then i believe you've seen more than what most would ever come to see... that said, i can give you a name..."

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"...Do you really wanna know or you're just mordibly curious?"

"...Uh... can i skin it?"

At the door however, stood a large scarab sinner, midnight blue chitin and far taller than usual in fifteen whole feet of height with the size across the board to match in muscle.

Door opened, and the place, still empty by being early in the afternoon for both to go in.

Well... Vex would get to see a rather TALL 4 stories building occupating a quarter of the whole BLOCK, not the street, THE BLOCK.

Each story from the outside was decorated with reflective black glass pannels, evening out at the top as an 80+ feet tall building.

PLACE WAS MASSIVE.

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"No fighting inside, no murdering inside... and if you see someone try and slip drugs in a drink not of their own, you let the guards know... Bruce loves to toss the trash out into the dumpster..."

The insect by his rules ran a tight ship apparently.

As for the place itself?

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Simply skulking from above...

"You don't seem to cotton on to the amount of money well dressed company brings in a club, you get customers to consume, i make more money... you get tips, a good salary, and everyone's happy."

She made money, he made money, simple as that.

Might be wise to notice that he is quick to analyze others... and do so in depth.

"You'll do well, security and the club's manager will ensure you also get a place at a rate, 150k a year, no commuting, great health and dental, appartment at a discount."

"Consider yourself interviewed... interviewing an individual is usually learning how they think, what drives them, non vindictive, practical, preffering to move forward... and you said it yourself, skilled in parting and drinking... far as i understand, if you analyze everyone you'll do great."

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So in the simplest of ways, as he could be driven by revenge, he could also have good sides.

"Your job would be to just keep people talking, consuming, making suggestions... dress nice, drink some, get paid. Ain't glamorous, but works like a charm where i'm from and here as well."

"Suppose so."

Suffice to say he offered an ear... wasn't much but.

Regardless... he had an idea... putting his helmet back on he offered her to follow.

"I'll lead ya to one of my clubs, considering i left you hanging, least i can do is give you a job if you can dance and hold your booze..."

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"Because i decided they would not go unpunished for what they did, when someone takes something from you, it's your choice to get it back and pay them back precisely what they gave... or walk away, i chose to destroy them~"

Both choices were simply that, personal choices.

"They were my family."

"Because i'm different."

He muttered ensuring to make the point that normalcy was overrated.

"When i was alive... i spent 17 years plotting my revenge towards the people who made my life nothing short of a personal hell, and that in itself was what led me to die, beaten like a dog on the street."

The nonchalance in which he explained what had been his way alive was gut wrenching.

"Not precisely... i'm calculating... is how i foresee events, sit in a place, think, eventually you weed out what can happen based on probability and practicality."

He has foreseen many events like that.

"S'up."

He's simply looking down at the movement of random sinners.

Casually seated over a ledge at the top of the clocktower enjoying some coffee.

He designed delusions and deceptions, but didn't live in one.

"I think i have. And you might as well believe it... in little over 6 years since i died and manifested in hell next to none have delved deeper than the surface value... i can count those who understood what i do with a single hand."

He wasn't going to confront truth.

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"Which means... that me being a nonsensical moron is only a layer, hiding one aspect, while another 13 hide more and more and more, i owe my success to my secrets, my beloved knows them all... and they have caused her quite a headache due to the massive gordian knot i've built of it~"

"You're one of the very few who has pondered on the question, and that, that... has been precious in its own right, curiosity, actual and deep and thorough. But i digress... my point is that some deceptions are made to be a complete nonsense, a distraction upon another distraction."

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The commentary didn't go unnoticed, but he didn't allow any word to affect him.

"Being nonsensical, specially if pointed out, is the deception. It makes so much sense, and at the same time doesn't, confusion~"

An explanation made, albeit vague explained to Vex why he was as he was.

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Time will tell if it does.