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Llewellyn remained upon the opalescent beach. Staring mystified at the Plutonic shore. A sense of cthonic nostalgia washed over him, as if he'd been here before. He was aware that he hadn't, but the notion was uncanny in it's arrival. From where the thought derived, he could only ponder, and ponder he did.
It didn't take long for the memories to return. The off-color sands reminded him of the dark place he'd been raised, in the time before the Embrace. The apocalyptic misgivings of the Umbra had stained his soul to the point for whenst his Sire chose leave his mark, there was nothing left to withhold such a device. Yet, Llewellyn found the place comforting. For in a place where darkness thrives, the light one strives to find carries a value few know of.
'The soul is a creature,
Of horrid feature.
To which I confide,
That which deride,
Contempt, in return,
Is all that I learn.
That is corruption.'
The first lesson Llewellyn had taught himself in those days. It has served him well, and will continue to do so.
The young Cainite returned to the bar after a few moments peace, and found a seat.
'Need some help, Ross?'
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