Post by Wolfgang Faust Giovanni on Apr 30, 2005 12:14:46 GMT -8
Mad Vorld of Don Giovanni or is it Don Faust?
OOC Note: the gammar and lack of composition is done on purpose to show the insanity of the thoughts.
The Don sat at his desk in the penthouse suite of The Smith Tower, he sat there and thought of how dangerous he had truly become. The night before he had plotted a kindred‘s hated between him and his Primogen. All merely by trading information back and forth, he hadn’t even lied about the information, but mere told the truth and nothing but the truth. Because in reality the truth was truly evil, very few vampires The Don had know where truly that evil, to see the truth. Herr Hatt was one of those vampires. He had set The Don on the course he was. Because Herr Hatt in truth had been The Don’s mentor and friend, At first The Don had seemed weak for showing emotion over Herr Hatt’s death being they had been in the business of death itself. But just like Herr Hatt knew for the student to learn and become the master, first must leave is the teacher. So Herr Hatt chose to leave his Student The Don. Oh Herr Hat knew That His Death would drive Faust to insanity to the point Faust would break then emerge truly evil, so evil was he that even telling the truth was truly evil. This was but a glimpse of the kind of world The Don lived in. He had finally seen the true gift Hatt had left him, the ability to see the world for what it truly was. A very chaotic place, behind the wall of the camarilla’s world resided the real world, a very dark and dangerous world know as the Shadowlands. They being the Camarilla only had it half right. Yes there was the wraith side of The Shadowlands, everyone knew about this. The place Hatt showed him, was that place in between the wall of the Camarilla’s world and the true world of the wraith Shadowlands. The Don how played in the shadow of the Camarilla world and the wraith Shadowlands. This place was such a small realm of existence it was in essence the reaching of Golconda, but not in the way one would think, it wasn’t this walking in the light, but in truth walking in the Shadow behind everything. The realm the Nosferatu knew best. Lurking and sneaking about. Oh the Nosferatu basked in the truth of shadows. How truly evil, The Don chuckled. His planned had worked, for most of his existence he had but working on a plot to get a German Pope in the Catholic church. Once this had been arranged he had sculpted and shaped his skills, he didn’t take the direct approach but instead took the outside approach, something rarely used these days, truly showing his age and wisdom, oh he’d play the part of the dumb old nut job, it drew them into his Shadow, every single time. To him it was a game; after all he was in the game of death, what else was there. He was the end of many stories. He was neither saddened nor uplifted by what he had seen. What a strange place to be, again The Shadow that lied in Golconda. The True Answer to Golconda was that you existed once that was truly established then you would seek that path of Enlightenment. The Don knew he had experienced something few Giovanni had ever experienced; he had been in the clutch of the Premascines to know this. “God knows. You don’t. You can’t, so don’t fuck with it. You do your job and let God do his.” So finally the Tale of Hatt had been completed by The Don. Once you reach a level to where Herr Hatt has gone and left for Herr Faust, for friends they where beyond even death there are few bonds that never break. The Don knew that even though he dealt in death, he unlike the centaur he would never see his death coming, because where he lived was the truth of the world he was beyond the world in a sense. It was at this point The Don saw Herr Hatt’s second gift, the gift of being humble; few would recall the very truthful fact that when Herr Hatt was being truly evil was when he was being most humble. You would feel it. Oh it never was truly overbearing, but you would know it was there, like your invisible friend, oh the irony in that, Herr Hatt now was Faust’s invisible friend. Oh how mad it all seemed then Don Faust, the side of The Don that seldom ventured out came to play. For you see Don Faust rarely spoke to Herr Hatt in words, but in deeds. Swindles and cheats, child’s play compared to the games Herr Hatt taught Don Faust. What Herr Hatt had taught Don Faust was how to play the hand of truth, not just how, but when to release it when it, bested suited your own needs. You see by telling the true, you seem to be the victor and the other seems to be the evil dictator. In reality to be to partners in a game you each has your pieces; it is the true game of Chess. Oh from time to time the challenger changed but the game always seemed to remain the same. Faust realized The demon had kept his word, he knew Faust was going to expose him, for it was Faust job that is why he was chosen to have the gift to see the realm beyond. This very reason is why Ambrogino had allowed Faust to be spared, between Ambrogino and Isabel and Faust sire they had molded their student, just as Her Hatt had. Many hopes where put in Don Faust. That was when The Don came back down, he realized The Gangrel and Assamites, and Nosferatu deserved the honor of Meeting not Don Giovanni, the Camarilla title, but Don Faust, he got that maniacal grin It was Herr Hatt’s Final Gift to Faust, never be afraid to be yourself. And it was then Faust knew it didn’t matter, he could have all the power in the world and it wouldn’t change a thing. God knew and he didn’t. He couldn’t. All he could do, was to do his fucking job and let god do his.
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OOC Note: the gammar and lack of composition is done on purpose to show the insanity of the thoughts.
The Don sat at his desk in the penthouse suite of The Smith Tower, he sat there and thought of how dangerous he had truly become. The night before he had plotted a kindred‘s hated between him and his Primogen. All merely by trading information back and forth, he hadn’t even lied about the information, but mere told the truth and nothing but the truth. Because in reality the truth was truly evil, very few vampires The Don had know where truly that evil, to see the truth. Herr Hatt was one of those vampires. He had set The Don on the course he was. Because Herr Hatt in truth had been The Don’s mentor and friend, At first The Don had seemed weak for showing emotion over Herr Hatt’s death being they had been in the business of death itself. But just like Herr Hatt knew for the student to learn and become the master, first must leave is the teacher. So Herr Hatt chose to leave his Student The Don. Oh Herr Hat knew That His Death would drive Faust to insanity to the point Faust would break then emerge truly evil, so evil was he that even telling the truth was truly evil. This was but a glimpse of the kind of world The Don lived in. He had finally seen the true gift Hatt had left him, the ability to see the world for what it truly was. A very chaotic place, behind the wall of the camarilla’s world resided the real world, a very dark and dangerous world know as the Shadowlands. They being the Camarilla only had it half right. Yes there was the wraith side of The Shadowlands, everyone knew about this. The place Hatt showed him, was that place in between the wall of the Camarilla’s world and the true world of the wraith Shadowlands. The Don how played in the shadow of the Camarilla world and the wraith Shadowlands. This place was such a small realm of existence it was in essence the reaching of Golconda, but not in the way one would think, it wasn’t this walking in the light, but in truth walking in the Shadow behind everything. The realm the Nosferatu knew best. Lurking and sneaking about. Oh the Nosferatu basked in the truth of shadows. How truly evil, The Don chuckled. His planned had worked, for most of his existence he had but working on a plot to get a German Pope in the Catholic church. Once this had been arranged he had sculpted and shaped his skills, he didn’t take the direct approach but instead took the outside approach, something rarely used these days, truly showing his age and wisdom, oh he’d play the part of the dumb old nut job, it drew them into his Shadow, every single time. To him it was a game; after all he was in the game of death, what else was there. He was the end of many stories. He was neither saddened nor uplifted by what he had seen. What a strange place to be, again The Shadow that lied in Golconda. The True Answer to Golconda was that you existed once that was truly established then you would seek that path of Enlightenment. The Don knew he had experienced something few Giovanni had ever experienced; he had been in the clutch of the Premascines to know this. “God knows. You don’t. You can’t, so don’t fuck with it. You do your job and let God do his.” So finally the Tale of Hatt had been completed by The Don. Once you reach a level to where Herr Hatt has gone and left for Herr Faust, for friends they where beyond even death there are few bonds that never break. The Don knew that even though he dealt in death, he unlike the centaur he would never see his death coming, because where he lived was the truth of the world he was beyond the world in a sense. It was at this point The Don saw Herr Hatt’s second gift, the gift of being humble; few would recall the very truthful fact that when Herr Hatt was being truly evil was when he was being most humble. You would feel it. Oh it never was truly overbearing, but you would know it was there, like your invisible friend, oh the irony in that, Herr Hatt now was Faust’s invisible friend. Oh how mad it all seemed then Don Faust, the side of The Don that seldom ventured out came to play. For you see Don Faust rarely spoke to Herr Hatt in words, but in deeds. Swindles and cheats, child’s play compared to the games Herr Hatt taught Don Faust. What Herr Hatt had taught Don Faust was how to play the hand of truth, not just how, but when to release it when it, bested suited your own needs. You see by telling the true, you seem to be the victor and the other seems to be the evil dictator. In reality to be to partners in a game you each has your pieces; it is the true game of Chess. Oh from time to time the challenger changed but the game always seemed to remain the same. Faust realized The demon had kept his word, he knew Faust was going to expose him, for it was Faust job that is why he was chosen to have the gift to see the realm beyond. This very reason is why Ambrogino had allowed Faust to be spared, between Ambrogino and Isabel and Faust sire they had molded their student, just as Her Hatt had. Many hopes where put in Don Faust. That was when The Don came back down, he realized The Gangrel and Assamites, and Nosferatu deserved the honor of Meeting not Don Giovanni, the Camarilla title, but Don Faust, he got that maniacal grin It was Herr Hatt’s Final Gift to Faust, never be afraid to be yourself. And it was then Faust knew it didn’t matter, he could have all the power in the world and it wouldn’t change a thing. God knew and he didn’t. He couldn’t. All he could do, was to do his fucking job and let god do his.
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