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General Luchador Tarasca
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Date Posted: 10:24:55 03/30/01 Fri
*he chuckles.*you are so disillusioned, Celesta. If you had been with us from the beginning, you would know that most of what you say is not true. Your first mistake is by calling me a mere mortal.*he shrugs nonchalantly.*I am as much immortal as yourself, though in another way. I am the son of Titan, god of the moons of Mars. I am the rightful heir, and perhaps one day I shall decide to come into my full power and take the position. But for now I am content to meddle about with these pitiful creatures on earth. And Constance is of the moon blood as well, by a gift of my father.*laughs scornfully.*with one word I could have armies of warrior godlings, led by my father, down here to wipe this planet out. I could make this place as if it didn't exist. I am the heir to rule the night.... and even the sun withers in my grasp.*he clenches his fist, and outside the sun is blotted out for a moment.*and Constance and I are bonded by more than you will ever realize. but of course, you are so incoherent that you can';t see through it.*he gives her a scathing glance.*even if azazel is not my own son, there is more to Constance and I than children and worldy possesions. something you will never know, because you, my dark wench, are too shallow to realize it. now, if you will excuse me, I have more important things to tend to, as well as more interesting- like watching paint dry.*he walks out.*
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