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[necroprince]

[She’s been here for over a week now. Time to get the lay of the land. The video opens up to a particularly tall blonde woman with a golden skeletal arm and a smirk. She's here to cause problems on purpose.]

Greetings, hello, salutations. My name is Ianthe Naberius. I’m new in town, twenty two, a princess of Ida, unfortunately single and dreadfully bored!

Now, I come to you today, not only to introduce myself, but to ask something of all of you.

Who do you hate most in Trench and why? I’m trying to meet people, network, but it’s so hard and overwhelmingly positive! So consider this an open invitation. Warn me about that dangerous scoundrel who kicked your puppy, seethe about how much you despise me for whatever reason, tell me about your parasocial hateful fixation on one of the local divinity. It can be a minor slight you want to complain about, a friend of yours who owes you two perfectly intact human skulls, or it can be an actual danger to this lovely little community of ours.

Now, before you try to say “this is childish and stupid!” You’re absolutely right, but it is a necessary part of self care to allow oneself to be an absolute cunt once in a while. [Or all the time, if your name is Ianthe.] So let’s not make any grand claims to being above something like this, mm?

Feel free to use the anonymity feature. Or the privacy feature, I guess, if you’re shy or worried about being fileted like a fish.

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[necroprince]

[She listens to all of his ranting without reacting at all, all with the small smile of someone blatantly loving this. Willow sounds delightful, she does love a girlboss. From the sounds of all this whining, she thinks it's probably more complicated than he's making it out to be, but she kind of hopes not.

It's only when his face grows more severe that her interest turns the slightest bit less passive. The Emperor died, hm. Which means he must have been significantly weakened, or just holding back for whatever reason.

There's even the slightest hint of irritation at this strange little angry man for speaking so flippantly about John when she's had to tiptoe around him and bear the brunt of his anger for the past six months after all his duplicitous sluts left him. She's curious, though, her lips curling into a smile that shows no feeling other than a hollow interest.]

Well! What a way to kick things off.

You said he sent her after you? This Emperor character?

[survivalthroughhate]

In a manner of speaking. He rounded up a bunch of people, took them on an expedition that made a Pthumerian wrathful, and corrupted or killed many of them thanks to his selfish stupidity. One of them was Willow. Corrupted, she decided to go on a killing spree, and came after me personally. That I would not have minded but killing my brother was going one step too far. But something I have learned during my time here is that you don't always take revenge on the one who has directly wronged you. Sometimes, you go after the one who manipulated things from the start. This was his fault, with his powers that give him delusions of grandeur, and so he had to pay for my brother's death.

[necroprince]

[So in short he decided to pick a fight with the biggest fish in the sea and in doing so fucked everything up colossally. Good to know the old man hasn't changed in his retirement. She'd be pissed if he did.]

Well, here's hoping you got him good and he's learned his lesson then. I think anyone who feels the need to dub themselves an Emperor is just compensating for something.

Who did you send after him anyway? In case I need a hitman, you know.

[survivalthroughhate]

[Ianthe overplayed her hand just a little too much. Maul was immediately suspicious when she asked for the names of who he'd sent after the Emperor. Why would she need to know that? Not for any good reasons he could imagine. So he kept his tone light while refusing to answer the question.]

That I shall keep to myself. Can't be revealing all my secrets at once now, can I?

[necroprince]

No? Shame.

[She'll just get it from John. She wants to know who's strong enough to kill God. Not out of any protective urges or loyalty (she's loyal to the Empire, he just happens to be the man-child sitting on top of it and it's hardly like he's ever had much time for her), but as something to keep in mind.]

[survivalthroughhate]

Why'd you want to know? Feel like going to try and kill a self-styled god?

[The last three words just dripped hatred and contempt. Maul truly hated John more than any other Sleeper in all of Trench.]