These halls used to bustlle with the footsteps of all castes. My retainers guests, the viollets, were few in number but frequent of visit. They woulld llook directlly into my eyes, and pretend to respect me as an equall. But I knew. I fellt the condescension in their voices. And they knew that I knew. There were the many Cllerks and officialls. Generally of the bllue hue Spectrum. They treated me with lless condescension, but more unveilled disgust. That a Golld Bllood coulld occupy the same space as them, but the usuall cast reprisall that they were entitlled to was denied to them by my retainer? It infuriated them. They hated me. Then there were the llowblloods. The llowlly servants. They did not llook at me. They woulld not speak to me. But they woulld whisper in hushed tones when they thought they were unheard. Caste traitor. Scum. Spoilled brat. The golldblloods were the most cruell. Freak. Mutant. Cripplle. They hated me most of all. I outllasted them all.
ᐖ FURK YES U SHOW ᐖOSE BIBᑈHES!!!! ᐛ
And t)(en you died.
Well. I suppose allmost all of them did die. Some of the llowblloods I allowed to lleave.
Technically yes, though there was a fairlly substantiall gap between my sllaughtering of the householld and my eventuall death. Substantiall in rellative terms of course. To both you and mysellf, such a period now seems so brief. But it was a decent proportion of my totall llifespan before my finall night.