Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151027123438/@comment-25038310-20151030182348

Emperor Maximus wrote: Sander saw what was happening, and leapt forward, tackling Guetierre. 'Not again!' he roared.

The intense blast of energy still hit Guetierre, but it did not hit him with the full force. Still, a considerable amount of energy.

The vampire screamed in pain and anger. Half of his body was charred and blackened, and his arm slowly disintegrated.

Sander glared up at Lyrissa. 'It was not your place to kill him.' Then he returned his attention to Jean Guetierre.

'This world could have been a better place. A more ideal one, where order reigned supreme, and nobody ever grew sick or ill or died. But instead you decided to selfishly kill me because of some petty notion of revenge.' His voice was surprisingly calm, as if he didn't really care any more.

'You're wrong!' hissed Sander. 'This form of vampirism is a blessing. But it should not belong to everybody. Me and you, we're the last ones left. It would be a shame to see it fade out of existence, but it should never be given to everybody.' François grunted, before softly chuckling.

"What is it with this hypocrisy, Lafayette? The disease was never meant to function with just one person who was afflicted. There can never be one vampire of our kind. The only way to kill me is to kill yourself. You were doomed from the beginning - from the moment you became one of us.

Axel, Stephanie.. they all knew this, and they decided to risk it."

"You're saying that it doesn't matter if I killed them?"

"No. You finished them off for good. But a maximum of two people can live. You're bound to this. We're the only ones left, and when you kill me, you will have to die as well. Then it'll all be done."

Sander was taken aback by this, but at the same time, he wasn't. He couldn't imagine a life after all this was wrapped up. A climax to the story he wrote down himself. The day he laid down all of his cards on the table, knowing full well that his hand was a loss to begin with.

"Are you proud of yourself? A whole city, ravaged by your former allie. The oppurtunity of a perfect society and civilization, gone because of you and your noble vengeance." Guetierre stood up, before falling back to his knees, clearly no longer able to continue fighting.

"A few to save the many." Sander replied, bitterly. "By stopping you, the rest of the city will no longer have to suffer."

"A few to save the many.. you don't realize how useless and contradictory that sentence is. How it's woven around blindly to suit your own selfish sense, trying to justify that whatever you did was right. Those poor sods in the lower class district are nearly all dead and mangled. Their guts color the streets. Now, it's just the middle class and nobles that will get to live. Good enough, isn't it? They don't deserve to live, yet you give it to them. You've never been good with handling the lives of others, and always made the wrong choices."

"They're lives, nonetheless."

"As if you cared about that little fact. An assassin. The hypocrisy is astonishing."

Guetierre grinnned, as a small stream of blood escaped the corners of his mouth. Sander merely looked at the ravaged city, before turning back to the nobleman.

It started to rain. The silence in the air was uncomfortable.

Sander sheathed his cleaver, as he grabbed two clockwork revolvers. He aimed one at Guetierre, and held the barrel of the other against his temple.

"This is what you're going to do? Ultimately destroy our disease, kill me?"

"There was nothing else to do. There's no better choice than this, Guetierre. Except your mangled vision of a better society." Sander replied.

"The disease will live on. After we wrap up, I will hand my blood over to the people who might be able to use it for the greater good. Or destroy it for the greater good."

"What?! You.. You still go for utilizing the disease, but without me?!" Guetierre snarled, his eyes red with rage.

"Not what you have to offer. Not the thing you pictured all this time. With research, the disease can be twisted and manipulated. The world of medicine and science can be changed with this. Perhaps a more potent potion can be made. Who knows. I know they'll comprehend the risks - and if it turns out to be bad.. don't worry, us two won't be involved. Forever."

"You..

Guetierre sighed, as he turned around, looking across the city. He closed his eyes as a smirk appeared on his face; behind him, he heard Sander placing a bone bullet in the chamber.

"It's.. no surprise that the captain is going down with his ship." He muttered to himself, silently.

Guetierre's corpse fell on the ground with a small thump, as he died with a smirk on his face and with his eyes closed partly. Sander walked over to the man and emptied his entire magazine of bullets into Guetierre's back and head. As the final blow, a Cleaver split the corpse's torso in half, and the Cleaver was left in place.

Sander turned around to Meledran and Lyrissa, dropping the clockwork pistol as he sheathed the other one for a last cigarette. And not just because he was about to die. The cardboard pack was empty as he lit it.

Behind him, albeit slowly, Guetierre's torso was regenerating a millimetre or two every ten seconds. It was slowed down more by the Cleaver, but he wouldn't die if Sander was still alive.

"So, that's nearly it." He said, sounding relieved.

"There's a few more things before I.. depart. To Coldharbour, it seems." He continued, grabbing something in his pocket. It was a small circular container containing a dark red liquid. His blood afflicted with the disease. He held it out for Lyrissa.

"Don't need to tell you what this is. Auroran's current state of medicine and science might be able to convert this vampiric stuff into something else. Something better. Something that can aid the people of Nirn.

I know your kind doesn't care alot about us, but you.. I'm sure you can figure something out if you're driven. Giving it to the people on this world would result in something worse.

If you can't do anything with it that can aid the people, destroy it. Cast it away. I don't know. Can you promise me this?"