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*Roman fills his mug with wine for a fourth time for the evening.... when in walks a patron to the Hell's Maw tavern. They happen to be the only two souls in the establishment as something earlier in the day happened that emptied the place out....*
Patron: "Hail dark sir... I would love to have a bit that wine for my own"
Roman: "Love!... nonesense... there is no love... not without hate anyways"
Patron: *Looks around, kind of confused that this strange drunk person is the only one in the bar* "Yeah, that's fine there mate... can I have a bit of that wine there then?"
Roman: "You see, the heavens and the world and all the gods and devils all used to be made of love... this putrid, undifferentiated, goo that permeated and comprised the sum total of all of creation.... "
Patron: "I hate to interupt but, can I just get a wee pour from that bottle over there?... " *The patron tries to reach across in front of Roman to go for the bottle, but Roman slams his hand down on his...*
Roman: "Ahh... yes... hate! HATE.... I am glad you brought it up. If it were not for some spark of divine hate very early on in the cosmos... everything we are and can observe... right up to the gods themselves would be comprised entirely of this foul, uniform muck also known as love!" *Roman sips from his mug in more of a terrible mood than usual*
*Patron sighs and gets up to turn around and walk out the door -- but Roman grabs him by the cuff and pulls him back to the bar stool*
Roman: "So you see, NOW, this hate essence permiates every miniscule crumb, fleck of dust, and spit of air that makes up everything. Love constantly trying to keep everything together in harmony, and hate always countering... trying to tear everything apart. Love and hate essence... locked in this war... at every level... from the unseen small... to the infinite volumes of the heavens, hells, and planes. You and I included in this eternal conflict... but hate always prevails as everything will die or be beaten to ruin in time. OH.. by the hells, where are my manners. Would you care for some wine?*
Patron: "Well I'd love to but I really..." *straight face laugh feign* "heh-heh... must be going now." *Cocks an eyebrow wondering from what hole does such a looney crawl out from*
Roman: *Grabs patron by the gambeson and pulls him in very close breathing wine laden breath heavily upon him* "You simply utter that FOUL word far too much!" *Roman draws a long thin knife from his belt and with a quick motion jams it up under the man's ribs and twists, gashing a fatal hole in the man's primary vein leading to the heart. He lets the man slowly slump to the floor, looking up at Roman in utter shock and fear.* "You see friend... I am entirely comprised of this hate element... and slowly we will de-throne this rancid love essence from the world and the heavens FOREVER! ...next time we meet... I shall not be so forgiving"
*Roman takes a fresh bottle of wine off of the bar and steps over the quickly dying man on his way to the exit*
Patron: "Hail dark sir... I would love to have a bit that wine for my own"
Roman: "Love!... nonesense... there is no love... not without hate anyways"
Patron: *Looks around, kind of confused that this strange drunk person is the only one in the bar* "Yeah, that's fine there mate... can I have a bit of that wine there then?"
Roman: "You see, the heavens and the world and all the gods and devils all used to be made of love... this putrid, undifferentiated, goo that permeated and comprised the sum total of all of creation.... "
Patron: "I hate to interupt but, can I just get a wee pour from that bottle over there?... " *The patron tries to reach across in front of Roman to go for the bottle, but Roman slams his hand down on his...*
Roman: "Ahh... yes... hate! HATE.... I am glad you brought it up. If it were not for some spark of divine hate very early on in the cosmos... everything we are and can observe... right up to the gods themselves would be comprised entirely of this foul, uniform muck also known as love!" *Roman sips from his mug in more of a terrible mood than usual*
*Patron sighs and gets up to turn around and walk out the door -- but Roman grabs him by the cuff and pulls him back to the bar stool*
Roman: "So you see, NOW, this hate essence permiates every miniscule crumb, fleck of dust, and spit of air that makes up everything. Love constantly trying to keep everything together in harmony, and hate always countering... trying to tear everything apart. Love and hate essence... locked in this war... at every level... from the unseen small... to the infinite volumes of the heavens, hells, and planes. You and I included in this eternal conflict... but hate always prevails as everything will die or be beaten to ruin in time. OH.. by the hells, where are my manners. Would you care for some wine?*
Patron: "Well I'd love to but I really..." *straight face laugh feign* "heh-heh... must be going now." *Cocks an eyebrow wondering from what hole does such a looney crawl out from*
Roman: *Grabs patron by the gambeson and pulls him in very close breathing wine laden breath heavily upon him* "You simply utter that FOUL word far too much!" *Roman draws a long thin knife from his belt and with a quick motion jams it up under the man's ribs and twists, gashing a fatal hole in the man's primary vein leading to the heart. He lets the man slowly slump to the floor, looking up at Roman in utter shock and fear.* "You see friend... I am entirely comprised of this hate element... and slowly we will de-throne this rancid love essence from the world and the heavens FOREVER! ...next time we meet... I shall not be so forgiving"
*Roman takes a fresh bottle of wine off of the bar and steps over the quickly dying man on his way to the exit*
