The Opening Canto

[Virgil Titus]

OOC - Yes, I entered the contest: I just want to remain somewhat-anonymous until the end. :) I'll be adding to this with time, so I'll make post when it's finished.

[Virgil Titus]

"Bids he them, the spruces, to singer him an anthem,
and the Woodsie Lord binders them fleshes to stone!"

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Shiny. Yes, so very, very shiny. Twirling around, until it becomes little more than a blurred, luminous golden circle.

The odd looking walking cane danced upon the backs of Virgil's fingers as he spinned it around in a continuous loop, it's amber top reflecting the light almost like a second sun. On the back of his other hand, he precariously balanced a tall glass, filled almost to the brim with a concoction of his own creation. Every few steps, a bit of the white-ish liquid would spill over the side, falling onto the back of his hand in droplets and quickly running off. Virgil seemed almost disinterested in his drink (whcih he had already had plenty of this night), but rather, more entertained to see how long he could keep it aloft. He whistled an unusual tune, raising the tempo just a bit so that it matched his footsteps as he walked at a somewhat hurried pace.

[Virgil Titus]

Stopping in mid-stride, Virgil flicked his left wrist, sending the glass crashing against the wall of a nearby building. Slowly, as a hawk would face it's would-be prey, Virgil turned his head, his icy gaze falling onto the man curled up against the wall. Some of his drink had splattered on the bum's face, who shivered a bit but said nothing. Virgil's lips parted in a wolfish grin, his tongue darting out briefly to wet his lips.

A pity his droogs were nowhere to be found. It was a perfect oppurtunity to revel in the Ultraviolence. But they were likely off having fun with a bit of the old in-out. Feh... they could be automatons of pleasure seeking, sometimes. They had precious little control over their carnal desires. It was time to make Arioch very, very happy.

Virgil was still whistling, but now, his tune changed from one of fanciful delight to that of a crazed melody. Notes were strung together in nonsense manner, somehow managing to set the mood for Virgil. The wary bum lifted his head just a bit, hoping the passerby would be kind enough to spare him some credits.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off as a loud crack resonated through the air, vibrating through him. Still, he tried to speak once more, only to find himself unable: it took him several moments to realize that his jaw had been shattered. Warm, sticky blood was trailing down his chin, and bits of teeth and bone danced around his mouth. Lifting a hand to gently cradle the mess, he looked questioningly towards the strange man. The amber top of his cane was now smeared with crimson blood, still glowing brilliantly in the sunlight. The poor fellow didn't even try to resist as it came crashing down again, connecting this time with the top of his head. A powerful fire spread through his mind, lancing pain following all through his spine. He had the sudden sense of falling, as if dropping into an unknown chasm, and stars fileld his vision. His body slumped to the ground, and he was no more.

Virgil stood, still grinning, with his cane propped over his shoulder. His face was smeered with blood and he made no attempt to clean it. Almost playfully, he kicked the dead bum. His grin somehow managed to grow wider, almost threating to consume his face, and he began to call out:

"Blood and Souls! Blood and Souls for my lord Arioch! Blood and Souls!"

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