The Mask Is Cracking

The night after the Cabal “Meeting”

Thrice throws open his door, walks into his room, and slams the door shut. The moment the door closes, Thrice’s fists clinch tight. “They are fools,” Wrath says both inside Thrice’s head and outside. Thrice looks up to see that Wrath, along with Temperance and Innocence, are standing in his room. Wrath steps forward, his chain mail sway with his every step, “They do not understand what you have done for them!” Thrice grits his teeth, “You….are right.” Thrice motions his hand in a violent manner, “I put my LIFE on the line to kidnap some runaway Mage/Wolf-blood….risked my life with a meeting with an actual werewolf….. received both Morgan and her mother’s real name and all he could say was THAT WAS IT!!!!!!!!” With that Thrice punches his wall, his fist makes a dent but the wall breaks his fist. Thrice winces in pain but Wrath keeps him going, “They will never be satisfied with your work nor will they understand.” Thrice grins through his pain, “They said I should have told them…but if I did, the three of them would have most likely jumped me….and I cannot take them all on….at least not yet.” Thrice’s head grows heavy as his anger grows, “They claim to know what is BEST….what is RIGHT!,” Thrice spits, “The world is not RIGHT….it does not give you the BEST…it gives you what you must to survive…that is why the Traitor had to be taken in…to be studied for future struggles, suppose it also helped I did not really care for it much either.” The crown grows heavier with each hateful and well deserved insult. “IF they really want to know my plans then they will have to take it from me forcefully,” Thrice smiles,“but they have not the stomach nor the power to stand up to…us.” Wrath puts his hand on Thrice, “That is right, you are strong….you’re stronger, make use of it!” Temperance appears next to Thrice, “Thrice! Think of what you are doing!” Temperance grabs a nearby photo and holds it up to Thrice…it was a picture of Thrice’s mother and a young Thrice, “what would she think?” The attempt only seemed to make Thrice angrier. Thrice threw the photo towards the ground, the glass shattered…the photo just stared up at him. “Don’t you dare bring my past into this!” With that Temperance seemed to flicker at his anger. “Thrice no-” Thrice shouted,“ENOUGH!” With his shout both Temperance and Innocence vanished back into his mind, only Wrath and Thrice remained. “Soon,” Thrice said in a more calm manner, “the mother will be dead and no longer a threat to the werewolves or us…but I will need help…maybe Overman and Galena since they would seem to be the most open to it.” Wrath nodded as his crown came back to him, “Most excellent choice of allies.” Thrice waved his broken hand, “Now begone, I must rest, God knows what the next day will bring…most likely another headache.” Wrath almost seemed to protest but quickly vanished. As Thrice walked to his bed he stopped and glanced at the fallen photo. “Mom….,” Thrice’s fists clinched," I do not care what you think, I am no longer your child…I am a man…I am a mage…I am….fucking angry." With that Thrice slumps in his bed and does his best to get a good nights rest.

The Mask Is Cracking

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