"Wish me luck, my dear, for tonight I plan to make a fantastic mistake."
But wasn't that every night?
Sneering, Naoki offered a less enthusiastic assessment. "Wonderful cloak. Assassin? Cultist?"
To chart the Heavens is my calling. To use its power for good is my duty. This is my ephemeris, my life’s work.
Will you accept Umbra's gift?
To refuse means death.
To accept means something much worse.
BOW BEFORE ME, MORTAL WRETCHES.
The nobleman fell to his knees and cried, "Please, release my family from your curse!" Esperance Valois tilted his chin up, arrogance showing itself in a wolfish grin. He said nothing and kept his gaze downward, tail swishing back and forth attentively. Getting no response, Lord Emilien pleaded on. "You've seduced my daughter, my son, [...]
A vain nobleman with a blemished reputation and, usually, a stomach full of wine.
It should have been an easy job.