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Martyr - Hear my plea... let me suffer for your cause!
Username: Kitsu_is_EPIC_FAIL
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Why do they wish to follow her?: ...My Lady... Why would I not want to join you in your rage against the Gods? They have reigned too long, and squabbled too much amongst their own. They are pathetic, weak, and as sheep amongst a pack of wolves ravening for the kill. Thus far I have kept to myself, wandering the wilds of this world, but I feel compelled to serve you, Lady.
Anything else?: Long Live the Martyr!

Martyr glanced down upon Jealousey. She listened to his words and watched his every movement, his every breath with analytic eyes. A low growl emitted from her lips as she stood to her feet, approaching him slowly. Her swings shifted with each calculated step she took. "It matters not who they helped or did not help. What we focus on is making them suffer... destroying them from within..." Her lips curled into a wicked smile. Any action anyone took before the Cursed Gods appeared made little difference to the Martyr. As far as she was concerned they were orders from the Mastermind herself... and if anything? It made the Gods suffer more. And that was a delight in its own. "But if you wish to serve me unconditionally, mutt... I won't object." She outstretched a hand, beckoning him to step closer.

And yet another general crept before her. The Martyr grew on edge and swooped down closer to Morgana to get a better whiff of her scent. Her nose scrunched in dislike. "Rrrrr... You smell like them. Explain yourself." She snarled loudly. This must have been the one that was mentioned before. She would wait for an explanation before proceeding.

Morgana tilts her head slightly as Martyr swoops down closer to her. At first, it was mainly to keep them at eachother's throats to hide you and the others arriving. Then I hoped to slowly bring their followers over to our side and limit their power. However, they decided to flee back to their temples with their tails tucked between their legs. They are still divided, mostly, as they bicker like small children over who's the bad guy. I doubt that will mend anytime soon. The weakest ones would most likely be Venezia and Hexynia, since they are essentially on their own due to hatred they feel for the Darkness god and sheer stubborn-ness to not ally with him. That was the whole of her explanation. If Martyr did not accept it, well, then she would most likely just wander on her own rather than follow any of the others. She was not a puppet on a string, after all.

It was obvious that the Gods bickered worse than children. And as amusing as it was it was also making it a thousand times easier for them to be attacked. Those allied together could be destroyed together. Those who isolated themselves had no reinforcements to call upon and thus could be left to be wiped out last. The Martyr folded her wings behind her back. "If you swear to tell me all that you know... I will allow you to serve under me.. however any further communication with those pitiful excuses for Gods will result in your demise. Understood?" It was safe to say that the Martyr would be keeping an ever so watchful eye on Morgana.

Jealously wags his tail so happily as he whines a little, a small gust of wind came from it. He accepts her outstretched hand . "I would follow you to the ends of the earth if you told me to."

The Martyr paused a few moments as she gazed at Gatilda. That look in her eyes - one of utter hatred - made her lips curl into a deadly smirk. "Make the world suffer, Gatilda...Show them your hatred." Her voice was calm and steady despite the hidden amusement and deadly order laced in between the lines. Hatred breeds suffering and sorrow. Why not let it run free?