The Snake

You are the rat. I am the maze.

Cold. Collected. Deliberate. Calculating. Unfailing. Unwavering. No matter what happens, Anguis is never taken by surprise. No matter how many plans fail, he always has one more up his sleeve. No matter what happens, thing will always go his way.

One of his ways.

Anguis is a cobra. He has his secular side. A quietly magnetic creature. A refined taste in clothing, women and wine--subtle and dark for all. The finance wizard. The money launderer. That's the face he shows the world.

Beneath, he has his vampire side. The Sabbat. Devoted to the Sect, invaluable, a master of strategy, the spiritual center of one of the most diverse, resourceful packs out there. That's the face he shows his world.

And then, there's his religion. Black Magic. The face he shows himself. The Priest. The rituals behind the locked doors. The hissing cloaks of serpents. The staff that became a sword that became a snake. The markings and the scales and the forked tongue, the gold-rimmed eyes. The rings of purple flame that consume everything it touches...everything but his damned flesh.

The Priest. The Damnation. The unfeeling, critical gaze of the cold-blooded ones that forever balance all the world against itself: usefulness against dangerousness. The selfish, self-centered, patient greed of those born before the day ever dawned. Those who have waited for a thousand millennia. Those who are simply waiting...

Waiting for a chance...

Waiting to devour the world.