The dark-haired and devoid-of-joy entity smirked, few would remember her, and even fewer would be able to tell who she was, what she was, and how their new god had imbued her with far more power. There was no reason to let the others, Antediluvians, Methuselahs, or elders that might wander into her particular pit know that she was the Disciple. It wasn't like other disciples of Baali had ever made their true presence known. And she wanted to know more of what the day-to-day was like. So this was her plan, brought on by a lovely interaction with one of the elders that was likely unaware of her status, or her powers. Simply another elder, not the all-powerful disciple who would gather the faithful and grow their dark influence. Stealing from the other clans, their best and brightest, corrupting them from within, and dividing the rest of the clans to bring about more bloody cracks. a devout and fervent belief to rend the wall between gehenna and this world apart, bringing a true flood. Yes, while she was not going to interfere, the influence of what her clan would focus on was a must. Demons and vampires burn through the whole of the land.
Eshtaractih, Eshti as she was starting to go by when not appearing in her full form was lounging around dressed as a more common and less bloody version of herself. Simply a dark dress, and hair still a mess of waves. She was not one to let all around her know who and what she was it was better that as the agent of doom that she was, her profile was kept low and inconspicuous, at least until she had a better feel for exactly how the Baali clan ran day to day. She'd been looking into the pits, and found little to nothing taken care of, the putrefaction of them was waning, as though the bringers of Gehenna had been lax in recruiting demonically inclined childer, and only had brought forth dry garbage.
She was somewhat displeased, but that would have to wait until she'd found more to follow the unnamed one. The new god was well and useful, but he was a god who did not necessarily want the dam broken as did the Baali lines. It wasn't something she needed to care about though, she was unsure if those who were within the clan were as dedicated to the breaking of the dam or if they were simply there to ******** demons and gain power. Not that she disliked the latter, it was a useful way to spend the days between plotting the end, but she'd not found a demon worth her while in quite some time. She giggled to herself, a fond memory of the first demon she'd found herself with long ago, he had been charming and thought he'd been in control of the situation, but soon found that he was under her spell, and unable to disobey her. Her fondness for him waned, and soon enough she discarded him as he lacked the strength she required for her plans.
Wars, blood, and sacrifice rage had all become a blur, and soon enough she'd grown tired and needed to rest because the world was not moving fast enough for what she desired. The nameless one was whom she devoted herself to, and yet she found the leadership of the disciples of Caine to be...unfortunate and lacking. Sleep had taken her for hundreds of years. And now she found herself in the modern day, the disciple of the new god, Grendel. In this world, he'd woken her up and thought the world could use a Baali like her. And soon enough the rest of her clan would learn as well that they were meant for greater, as the Sabbat's monsters. First, she would test the blood of her clan, and perhaps find a few clanless to use for her purposes. There was no rush. No need to stay merely within her clan, the lines could be strengthened within all facets. As she left the haven to search for little clanless to lure into her clutches, she smiled. This was a world she would work to enjoy, and to tear to pieces with her own claws.
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