Please forgive me, I am sorry to interrupt the extremely entertaining
musings of mortals but...


Greetings Blooded and non-blooded, Gods and non-gods;


I am Duchess Sabina Bahir'an, daughter of rogue parents and former
leader of the first house of the Imperium, the offspring of the Emporer
himself. I was the first rogue to ever lead an Imperium house.


I was the one who prayed to Zsarachnor, and put so much faith in him
that he himself contacted my former house to beg me to stop. I was the
one who was called crazy, and who cried for our future. I was the one
who spoke with varian, and slyphe
who pushed others to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING... to try to help our
bloodline. But alas Varian, you are far stronger then all of us
combined. We do not hold the power you do.


I have awoken briefly or not so briefly (depending on my mood) from
slumber. I am appalled at the things I have seen. No mortals, I really
do not care what you do. Please continue to engage in whatever worthless
pursuits you are engaged in.


I am appalled at what I have seen from my blood, and the blood of those
before me.


Whore mother, I am so pleased to see that you are now a mortal. I guess
now you will actually have an excuse to hide in your shelter physically
molesting and engaging in sinful acts with mortals. It's a shame that
you can no longer blame Our Lord Zsarachnor for the fornication and
subversions of the flesh you have continually engaged in. I do hope you
have luck in finding some other excuse now.


It must have been extremely difficult to worry about the bosom size of
your visitors (including me, your great-great grand daughter), while
your childer disintegrated in your absence. I am pleased that you will
no longer have to tolerate such concerns.


Whore mother, I would gladly suck every drop of blood from you and spit
it in the face of Varian.


Varian, thank you beloved father for watching your bastard race turn
into nothing, despite my begging, cursing, and crying. I sincerely, with
every ounce of nievety and hopefullness that still resides in my
blackened decayed heart, hope that our lord Zsarachnor will return and
lay his wrath upon you, and upon the whore mother.


You may shrub me Varian, I have already succumbed to a worse fate. The
fate of watching you do nothing, the fate of you preventing others from
doing something, the fate of watching Slyphe do absolutely nothing to
effect desperately needed change (at your command I'm sure). The fate so
many before me have accepted.


Varian, I would glady strangle you with the strength you have given me
and watch your eyeballs pop from your head and roll with the winds of
the melancholy you have perpetuated upon my race.


Perhaps I will awaken, just to amuse myself in your torturing of me. It
will be the first time you have taken any interest in our lives, and I
will revel in it as my branches sway in the wind. It is afterall, your
world that suffers, and my race that has been the victim, not me in my
darkened dreams.


I have always believed that Lord Zsarachnor is our savior, not you
Varian, nor you Slyphe. He has not been destroyed and I vow to you
Varian, whore mother (belladona), and nieve mortals, he will destroy
every ounce of the nothingness that you propogate and hold within you.


But mostly, my dear whore mother, abandoner to those who loved, adored,
seeked, and protected you... your day is coming. I cannot wait till you
join me in the hallowed halls of empty and blackened dreams. May your
renewed blood be as cursed as that of your bastard children.


In closing, does a shrub sway in the wind when no one is around to hear
or see it? Who hurts more? The shrub or Varian? And will I or the entire
bloodline before me even notice in our slumber?


I sincerely hate you all.


Walk sheltered,
Duchess Sabina Bahir'an
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Bastard daughter of Varian and belladonna
Beloved daughter of rogues and the Imperium
Beloved daughter of the blood
Devoted worshipper of Lord Zsarachnor

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Haernos, in the year 153 MA.