As the leviathan pulls back, drained of the blood from Empire's lair, it rakes and scratches the land, cursing it and leaving its soul in tatters.
As Empire's armies leave she begins her second phase; this new beginning or legacy that stays behind to create disturbance and to kill, whether in the immediate aftermath or later in wars between new nations created or over time as her poison slowly acts against the ungrateful inhabitants left behind after her beautiful creation has been undone.
Though this bloodshed supplies her lair with a lesser flow, it is more than enough to please her schadenfreude tendencies. The blood of population interchanges, of old and new people clashing and of new nation civil wars is as sweet to her as that of her own beast, even if not as plentiful. She takes pride in her trail of destruction, purring at the thought of what her way of life leaves behind as a tainted gift.
But, mostly for now, though, Empire can only mark out her old lands, both taken and controlled by, for further pain or for guilt and a kind of empty tenderness for something lost brought by the further growth of her bitter seeds while she waits for man's desire for her to come into play when her generals will lay with her in a bath of blood once more, feed her more, touch her the way she likes and place a new and bloodied standard upon the wall of her lair.
As Empire's armies leave she begins her second phase; this new beginning or legacy that stays behind to create disturbance and to kill, whether in the immediate aftermath or later in wars between new nations created or over time as her poison slowly acts against the ungrateful inhabitants left behind after her beautiful creation has been undone.
Though this bloodshed supplies her lair with a lesser flow, it is more than enough to please her schadenfreude tendencies. The blood of population interchanges, of old and new people clashing and of new nation civil wars is as sweet to her as that of her own beast, even if not as plentiful. She takes pride in her trail of destruction, purring at the thought of what her way of life leaves behind as a tainted gift.
But, mostly for now, though, Empire can only mark out her old lands, both taken and controlled by, for further pain or for guilt and a kind of empty tenderness for something lost brought by the further growth of her bitter seeds while she waits for man's desire for her to come into play when her generals will lay with her in a bath of blood once more, feed her more, touch her the way she likes and place a new and bloodied standard upon the wall of her lair.
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