Valvatorez was no stranger at all to the world of daemonkind, even if for the past four hundred years he largely kept to the mortal realm. Not that he hadn't gone back plenty of times, but there were reasons why he preferred staying on Earth itself than wandering the Outlands... and not just because of his reputation as a betrayer to daemonkind itself.
As they entered into the dungeon, Valvatorez's face and eyes initially appeared impassive, almost uncaring to the screams and wails of the abused prisoners. He scarcely batted an eye as he saw the severity of the wounds inflicted upon them. Outwardly, by all accounts, the vampire appeared almost ambivalent to it all. The intensity in his eyes never appeared to change either; he appeared as focused as he did on the way in and with the march through the forest. It might almost appear eerie that he'd look so... callous about the matter.
But that's just what he looked like. In a quiet moment, when he was sure they weren't going to be attacked immediately, he turned and addressed his team. His voice, however, when he spoke, was quiet, but passionate. It seethed with a daemonic fury barely contained.
"Burn this sight into your minds, my students. This is what we fight. This is what daemons who lack pride and nobility will do to innocent lives. Even if I still was a Tyrant, I would find this utterly repugnant."
And that's when he was more uncaring toward human life. It wouldn't take much to imagine how he feels about it now... and given what motivated his change, to say it strikes at the very core of his being would be underselling it.
"If any of you still have any inkling to show mercy, turn around and leave now, because there will be none for the daemons here today. They will all breathe their last in this fetid gaol, and we will save these people. But remember these souls are depending on you. Do not be reckless with your anger. Use it with focus and discipline, and send each one of these bastards back to the pit they spawned from."
The vampire tersely drew his sword.
"Work together. Stay together. Don't split the group. Listen to the support team, and follow my orders. And I will be here to protect and support you all... but this is your show. Show these fools what the sword of justice is capable of. Are we clear?"
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As they entered into the dungeon, Valvatorez's face and eyes initially appeared impassive, almost uncaring to the screams and wails of the abused prisoners. He scarcely batted an eye as he saw the severity of the wounds inflicted upon them. Outwardly, by all accounts, the vampire appeared almost ambivalent to it all. The intensity in his eyes never appeared to change either; he appeared as focused as he did on the way in and with the march through the forest. It might almost appear eerie that he'd look so... callous about the matter.
But that's just what he looked like. In a quiet moment, when he was sure they weren't going to be attacked immediately, he turned and addressed his team. His voice, however, when he spoke, was quiet, but passionate. It seethed with a daemonic fury barely contained.
"Burn this sight into your minds, my students. This is what we fight. This is what daemons who lack pride and nobility will do to innocent lives. Even if I still was a Tyrant, I would find this utterly repugnant."
And that's when he was more uncaring toward human life. It wouldn't take much to imagine how he feels about it now... and given what motivated his change, to say it strikes at the very core of his being would be underselling it.
"If any of you still have any inkling to show mercy, turn around and leave now, because there will be none for the daemons here today. They will all breathe their last in this fetid gaol, and we will save these people. But remember these souls are depending on you. Do not be reckless with your anger. Use it with focus and discipline, and send each one of these bastards back to the pit they spawned from."
The vampire tersely drew his sword.
"Work together. Stay together. Don't split the group. Listen to the support team, and follow my orders. And I will be here to protect and support you all... but this is your show. Show these fools what the sword of justice is capable of. Are we clear?"