The Jaguar now prowls only the darkness of his own lair while the bogeyman of the Breeds, the warrior Warrant, is the champion of love.Įach has received the truest gift of all, that gift of love. Slaughter now slays only the demons that risk his love. The one for whom his creator has planned the most cherished of all gifts. The one his creator has guided to ensure his hand had dealt the blow of justice needed to ensure the existence of the Breeds. The one they call “Devil.” The one they say is the darkest of all Breeds created. They succumbed to the hearts they should have never possessed.Īnd now, the forces of man’s greatest ally and his most cherished creator have looked down upon a heart that all have claimed to be black, to be without mercy or compassion, and felt Himself soften.įor mercy resides in quantities that are vast while compassion slices His soul with each act of justice he’s forced to mete out.
There were all who knew vengeance, who knew retribution, and they succumbed to the greatest weakness man or beast could ever know. There was the Jaguar, who was the darkness, but found the heart that saved his soul. There was the Lyon, who sought vengeance in the darkness, then found the light of love. There was Slaughter, and he disappeared as dust into the wind.
There was Death, and she faded into the shadows.
You are missed, just because you were you. Not just for your laughter, your witty replies, and generous spirit. In loving memory of the greatest aunt a niece could have.
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