Role

Chapter 4

might take me life if I offend him, what the Witch would take away matters
more - me scholarship and studies.

The talk goes well. Jhalei ain't a fookin dummy, whether or not she's worthy
of the Chasm. In the Night, there be many secrets and I am careful to test
her worth without revealing too much. I think I strike the balance well, and
agree to set her to some tasks and recommend her to Lord Morius if she
succeeds at them. Plus, I gave myself a couple laughs at her expense. Job
done.

As I enter me guildhall my shadow smiles right at me. Odd. I don't recall my
shadow ever doing that before. "Oi, yer a handsome fook!" I say to it. With
that it rises out of the ground and materializes into Lord fookin Morius.

"I suppose we are, the benefits of our positions, no doubt," he says.

He goes on to say some real nice fookin crap about me. He says I am charming
and commanding, the prime example of a Scion who will succeed. He says I will
change the world. He says I will be Chancellor, and the speaker of the
Prophecy. I will determine what the Prophecy needs to know its fruition.

Which, more or less, is how I end up sharing breathing space with Lord
Morius.

As he departs me, I stand for the first time as Chancellor of the Night.
There is now so much to think about. The possibilities this gives for my
research are almost unfathomable. There are so many dimensions of suffering I
can work within now. I will continue to make others suffer with my
supplications and nut-kicker, of course. But now I can make pledges and
Scions suffer. And, perhaps most exciting of all, I can make the world suffer
through the Prophecy. Ideas already explode like fireworks in my mind. Now to
choose one...

Oh, and Jhalei? The tasks and the world broke him. The Night will never speak
his name. At best, he is a footnote in my research. The fook.