Snippet #1872579

"A scapegoat for what?" She had asked, causing Cain to pause as he turned around gripping both handles simultaneously. He only turned his head the side, his black eye drifting towards her slowly. It held a grave effect over the tension in the room as would his words carry heavy burden to them. " Think hard princess, about rather or not you want to save your people. The time is coming when choices must be made--for better or worse--what happens to those involved in creating this world and those that will remain living in it." He continued stepping forwards drawing the doors nearly shut. Turning around he stared at her from the now dark hall way. "Get some rest, let your mind figure it all out. If you wake, you may venture along this floor and the one above, I wouldn't advise trying to escape." With that, he shut the doors, sealing her in the room but not locking the door behind him.

He turned to his right, where a cracked marble stairway was lain out before him. Sauntering to it he carried himself up each step, allowing his metal powers to expand from himself to that of the whole of his people. He imagined it to be like a plexus of veins, sprouting conduits into the minds of each Orog. He could see what they saw, feel what they felt. He felt how hungry they were, they had been starving for generations. Eating their ilk wasn't satiating them as it had in the past and his thoughts drifted to how scares humans and Silvians had become. He had managed to find his stone seat, his throne from which he gazed out across the lands. His hand furled and nestled its knuckles along his cheek and his eyes closed. He listened to a thousand weeping lamentations. Creatures that used to be human, now were driven only by impulse and desire.

Only he knew why he brought down the citadel that day. But the king of the Silvians, upon looking at him realized what he was after. From that point on, the king could not look at him because he knew, he knew what had done so long ago...