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==The Consul== | ==The Consul== | ||
How small a man must be to seek greatness in the shadow of others. How pitiful the man who raises up a great soul and cowers behind it. | |||
I will not dignify this leech with a name. Think of him as a roach, a roach who scurried out from the ruin of the old Praetorate. He'd grown fat on the scraps they fed him, the wealth and influence and favor. And when I took his scraps away to enrich my throne and inspire my people, he wanted them back. | |||
Like any roach, this [[The Consul|Consul]] has a low cunning. He found the perfect vessel to carry his poison: a lonely, crippled orphan child. Into that child he poured his jealousy, his cruelty, and his desire to see the great brought low. | |||
Imagine his venomous whispers - ''look at how happy they are! Look at how they revel and thrive! While we crack our hides in the filth, and pine for days of fear and gunfire...'' | |||
Had the child only escaped him, had little Ghaul only crawled off the heap where he was found, so much might have been saved. | |||
How terrible the man who sees an orphan as a hollow weapon, and who loads that orphan with the munitions of his revenge. How pathetic the man who wishes only to be a fat parasite again. | |||
The vile Consul must die. | |||
I sentence him to death by his own weapons. | |||
==Ghaul, The Dominus== | ==Ghaul, The Dominus== |