Ladislas's demeanour changed in the discovery that Kadasha was also a creation of his mother, for he knew that Kadasha's loyalty coincided with his. In his mind, there were only two types of being, those whom served his mother, and those who deserved to die. No middle ground and anyone not serving his mothers intersts, was nothing but fodder, meat and blood to be sacrificed in the honour of the Goddess. Ladislas cocked his head, tongue flickering out to imbue the flavour of Kadasha, locking it into memory as an ally her scent captured, lips creased into a mirthless smirk, for mirth was beyond his capacity.
"It seems the night holds more interest then just the moans of passion filling the air, for fate alone does not draw her servants together, indeed, that you are here... Points to a calling and a calling indicates she that is our goddess is planning some twisted parody to suit the death in our natures," his voice sibilantly whispered. The passions echoes suddenly dying, the night filled with the tortured music of silence, Ladislas's tongue flickering to divulge the secrets hidden away. The scent of familiarity in the nights ill wind still deceptively familiar but nohting futher could his senses presume.
"I think the party is about to get truly wild" the blackness of taint spreading, the ground itself dying beneath their feet "Perhaps is time to make our way to the Aerie of her creation, to seek her out and discover what delicious madness awaits the birth of her plans. Shadowed effulgences swilring around his feet, moving outwards and rising in turbulent euphanism to create a doorway before them. The swirling greyness darkening and thickening to form a doorway of midnights gleam, a doorway that should lead them at least to her enclave where hopefully they could find the goddess and seek out how she desired their service. "Come" Ladislas whispered as he turned to step through the shadowy door to oblivions embrace.
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