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DANIEL stared hard at the CREATURE before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he LOVED this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful YOUNG MAN, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. HE loved it the way people love EVIL, because it thrills them to the core of their souls. Imagine, killing like that, just taking life any time you want it, just doing it, sinking your teeth into another and taking all that that person can possibly give…

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“Can you, Master? Can you understand how love and love alone could mean so very much, and all the world be made of it? The very blades of grass, the leaves of trees, the fingers of this hand that reaches for you? Love, Master. Love. And who will believe such simple and immense things when there are dexterous and labyrinthian creeds and philosophies of manmade and ever seductive complexity? Love. I heard the sound of it. I saw it. Were these the delusions of a feverish mind, a mind afraid of death?”

— Armand to Marius, TVA

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❝𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝.❞

Louis de Pointe du Lac | Interviewed by Ash | Private, Independent, Highly Selective ©

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Dominus

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Ancient Rome, during the time of Augustus (Octavian Ceasar)  

Marius the Roman, Marius the Patrician, The Vampire Marius de Romanus. Perhaps, as per usual he was thinking too hard… or maybe he was onto something. He was the master of no one but himself, in the end, he was the only thing he could and would control. Not even his many house slaves, not even his guests, not even the skilled craftsmen down the street, not even his beloved Pandora. He was the one thing, human or preternatural he could control. Such a notion, of course, scared him intensely but it was the truth and he had to bear it. Dominus Marius, master of himself and no others. 

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Time is the devourer of all things

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Constantinople, Middle Ages 

Marius sat before Akasha and Enkil in something as close to an apostate can come to prayer. It grieved him, Akasha’s lack of response to him. Marius was well aware that Enkil inspired nothing in him besides an abhorrent and much too apparent fear. He wondered what would become of them, in a hundred years, a thousand, and so on… perhaps nothing would change perhaps… everything would. Empires rose and fell like oceans, just do not destroy those who must be kept, or him, or any grand and worthwhile pieces of all too human art and philosophy, they are the only bearable things in this ever-changing and ever-devouring world. Perhaps, Akasha, like time, was the devourer of all… or most. But then again, the Queen of the monsters might not be. 

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Forgive the mistake but do not forget it

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Of course, he’d warned Lestat de Lionocourt against making one as young as Claudia. Even if that did make him something of a hypocrite and now with Benjee and Sybelle. He did it for Armand, or so he believes. Recompense and penitence of a sinner by a thousandfold for his wrong done to Armand. Armand, Amadeo, Andrei. Who he had saved or at least believed he had. It was wrong in the end, what he had done to Armand. But it couldn’t be undone now so why dwell on it? 

Forgive the mistake but do not forget it, or so many a man wiser than him once said. 

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Experience is the teacher of all things

No place for grief <- bonus context for this drabble.

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Night Island, Present Day

Marius had observed Pandora and Bianca kissing before and it slowly struck him, the weakness of jealousy. He supposed Pandora made the right call, she deserved far better than him, and so did Bianca. That did not make the wound sting less. Even so, hadn’t he done worse to Armand? Hadn’t he used Bianca as a means to an end (to an extent)? Of course, he had. So rather than judge, Marius de Romanus, Marius the patient scholar and painter, Marius… of all vampires puts his pride aside and bites his tongue and smiles through his pain and loneliness. They were never his to lose after all. 

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Ignorance is the root of all evil

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New Orleans, present day. 

Monsters, that is what they were, and there was no changing it. No matter how human Lestat de Liocnourt, his pupil attempted to be. 

“Ignorance is the root of all evil,” Marius stated to Lestat, the brat prince rather plainly.

“Are we not evil?” Lestat retorted a bit smugly. Marius looked aghast. “Well, yes, but…” Marius started. “But what?” Lestat, ever the keen pupil asked. “I do not revel in being ignorant or ignorant to my wrongs, and neither should you, Lestat,” Marius said. Under normal circumstances, Lestat would laugh, but that strangely strikes a chord with Lestat de Lioncourt, like Jean Jacque Rosseau. “Alright, teacher, I am a good student at your feet, then teach me…” Lestat pleaded. Marius nodded and pulled the Brat Prince gently towards his large library. They’ll be here awhile. 

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Spring

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Ancient Antioch, Rome, 1st century 

It was a lovely late winter day, spring was on the way in Italy. With his keen senses, Marius could practically smell the sweet scent of flowers and hear the birds chirping flying back from further south, down the coast. Despite the darkness and the lack of human light stars burst with light up above him like their own manner of flowers. The world was alive and so was he. Now that Pandora had stopped her teasing and avoiding him. 

“Are we gonna try again?” Marius asked. 

“It is almost spring,” Pandora observed. “It is, we’ll try again when the flowers bloom, yes?” Pandora nodded.

“We will.”

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 Guernica

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It was a horrible scene, Bianca crying to him. He didn’t like it, it unseated the gentleman in him and awakened the beast. “What would you have me do?” de Romanus asked Bianca, voice trying not to quake. Constantinople had just fallen and Venice was ill at ease, everyone, including Bianca, thought that they were next. 

“Keep him safe,” Bianca said, regarding Armand. “I love him, and you do too, though we express it very differently,” Solderini observed, initially Marius was taken back a bit by the assertion, though naturally, she was right.   

“Of course,” Marius said. “I will.”

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Starry Night

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It was a fine night in Venice, the streets to the Pilazzo were quiet, Bianca was attending on her guests at a party and Armand was out learning as young mortal men should. In short, it was beautiful, save for Pandora’s absence. For he missed her dearly. His dark-haired and bright-eyed goddess. At least she was safe or safer before Rome and Antioch burned to the ground. It was his fault, Marius knew that he didn’t seek to minimize his wrongs, only in an ironically Christian way to seek penitence for it. Oh, how ironic it was, him an Agnostic, or Atheist. Still, as the stars showed brightly overhead he couldn’t but find the bright blue of the Venetian canals beautiful and the yellow bright stars, surely a vision he hadn’t seen since Athens and Pandora. But there it was again, though, unlike her mythical counterpart his lover Pandora was hardly the root of all evil, nay, she kept him level and sane. But there it is again, Pandora, his both dark and light one like the moon and the Goddess Diana of the Hunt. Pandora, Pandora, Pandora… 

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#ofblccdetgxld - independent selective & semi-private (character critical) portrayal of The Vampire Marius de Romanus from Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles. Loved (albeit critically) and as portrayed by xxmelpomenexx.

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#ofblccdetgxld - independent selective & semi-private (character critical) portrayal of The Vampire Marius de Romanus from Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles. Loved (albeit critically) and as portrayed by xxmelpomenexx.