Cameron Centurion
The First Son
Aurum
Cameron held absolutely no love of this planet. Crossing the threshold of the Temple on Aurum, the Sith Lord peered at a number of worshippers and refugees that had been ushered into the bosom of the Crusade at the urging of [member="Amorella Mae"] from beneath the veil of darkness provided by his flowing cloak. Dark, ancient tattoos on his upper torso shifted with his body's movement as his dark skin was bathed in the rising moonlight.
Turning down an adjacent corridor, Aatrox shifted his gaze to one of the devout that served on his inner circle. "Cancel the receptions for the evening."
The man did not dare to argue or even so much as glance at the figure beside him. "As you wish, Holiness."
Cameron knew that his Priests and Priestesses would convey to the throngs of patrons that the Aesir had damned all of their immediate futures to pain and suffering and rejected their patronage. It was all a deception, however, he would force those firmly from his own flock and into the arms of more...open entities. Entities like that of his mate, the Goddess Inari. The curious combination of light and dark was unknown to all but a very precious few. In fact within Moross...there was only one other.
What the peasants did not know was that...their flocking to Inari would grant her strength and, in turn, bolster his own. There were perceptions and standards to maintain. Aatrox did not want the desperate. He wanted the hopeless. Aatrox sought to control the lives of all those that turned to him when they had, simply, no other choice. The shadows could bring great rewards, but they were fraught with danger.
Reaching the cavernous, spherical room in which he typically held reception, Cameron made his way to the large marble throne that sat at the base of an artistically sculpted rendition of Aatrox. The sculpture was largely featureless, a simple androgynous figure obscured by a flowing cloak. It was in stark contrast to the large, muscular male that sat rigidly beneath it. For the time being, Cameron's silver-green gaze focused on the Priest that had just entered to deliver the day's report.
[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]
Cameron held absolutely no love of this planet. Crossing the threshold of the Temple on Aurum, the Sith Lord peered at a number of worshippers and refugees that had been ushered into the bosom of the Crusade at the urging of [member="Amorella Mae"] from beneath the veil of darkness provided by his flowing cloak. Dark, ancient tattoos on his upper torso shifted with his body's movement as his dark skin was bathed in the rising moonlight.
Turning down an adjacent corridor, Aatrox shifted his gaze to one of the devout that served on his inner circle. "Cancel the receptions for the evening."
The man did not dare to argue or even so much as glance at the figure beside him. "As you wish, Holiness."
Cameron knew that his Priests and Priestesses would convey to the throngs of patrons that the Aesir had damned all of their immediate futures to pain and suffering and rejected their patronage. It was all a deception, however, he would force those firmly from his own flock and into the arms of more...open entities. Entities like that of his mate, the Goddess Inari. The curious combination of light and dark was unknown to all but a very precious few. In fact within Moross...there was only one other.
What the peasants did not know was that...their flocking to Inari would grant her strength and, in turn, bolster his own. There were perceptions and standards to maintain. Aatrox did not want the desperate. He wanted the hopeless. Aatrox sought to control the lives of all those that turned to him when they had, simply, no other choice. The shadows could bring great rewards, but they were fraught with danger.
Reaching the cavernous, spherical room in which he typically held reception, Cameron made his way to the large marble throne that sat at the base of an artistically sculpted rendition of Aatrox. The sculpture was largely featureless, a simple androgynous figure obscured by a flowing cloak. It was in stark contrast to the large, muscular male that sat rigidly beneath it. For the time being, Cameron's silver-green gaze focused on the Priest that had just entered to deliver the day's report.
[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]