Greetings, fellow brethren of the night,
Today, I find myself compelled to share with you an encounter that has left me bemused and, dare I say, entertained. It appears that a former member of our esteemed cult, whom I shall refer to as "the Foolish Interloper," has resurfaced, attempting to reclaim her lost status and demand recognition as a self-proclaimed goddess. Oh, the audacity!
Allow me to provide a brief history to shed light on the origins of this misguided soul. The Foolish Interloper, once a member within our ranks, was exiled for her treacherous endeavors. She sought to sow seeds of discord, spreading malicious lies among our brethren in an attempt to turn blood against blood. Alas, her devious scheme failed, and she was rightfully cast aside, banished from our sacred realm.
Earlier today, I received a message from the Foolish Interloper herself, filled with delusions of grandeur and demands for our sacred secrets. She had the temerity to insult me for my sexuality, suggesting that I, the Dark Lord and Sabbat Regent, am driven by jealousy towards her possession of a vagina. Such pitiful attempts to undermine my incomparability reveal her desperation and ignorance.
In her misguided belief that she stands above our sphere of influence, the Foolish Interloper made brazen demands for recognition as a goddess, seeking to extract our knowledge of blood disciplines. Little does she comprehend the folly of her actions, for she fails to realize that our power transcends such mortal trappings. We, the eldest vampires, the progenitors of our kind, are akin to gods of blood, with no need for ancestral validation.
How amusing it is to witness the arrogance of those who underestimate our wisdom and strength! The Foolish Interloper, blinded by her own self-importance, fails to recognize that our secrets are guarded with utmost care. Our loyalty lies with our brethren, not with pretenders seeking to exploit our knowledge for personal gain.
Let it be known to all who read these words that the Foolish Interloper's attempts are in vain. She shall forever remain an outcast, a mere footnote in the annals of our history. We, the true masters of the night, will continue to flourish, united by our shared purpose and unyielding devotion to the darkness.
So, my fellow brethren, let us not be swayed by the delusions of the Foolish Interloper. We shall rise above her petty provocations and reaffirm our commitment to our ancient traditions and eternal brotherhood. May the blood that courses through our veins remind us of our true power and the indomitable legacy we carry.
In the shadows we dwell, united in our darkness.
Regent of the Sabbat,
Dominic Lastchance
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