Intricate

"I find myself satisfied by being content with my extension through efficiency; therefore any disruption merely by design to sabotage my potential for commerce through intricacy is neither forgotten or forgiven."

"You are such an austere and serious gentleman. Are you not impressed with all the goods from graves I have gathered together here?" She wondered.

"As I have explained, I delegate the exchange of such unfortunates to my more nefarious associates."

"I take delight in many things, especially the senses and my sensuality." She had not yet partaken of the elixir of immortality.

Studying the cartouche on the chalice, he gave a furtive smile. "A part of the first matter of this is the very same matter of all things," he continued.

"I do not understand your meaning?" The sudden shift of dominance began to trouble her.

"Inevitability, things come and go and places change, the legacies of entire towns and regions who deal in blackmail through rumors of untested truths about those of us near or far must answer to reciprocity eaten or worn away by termites of time without further value to the generations of roaches inhabiting therein through the black magic of an etherial plague with the lasting power of those of ancient times."

She reached her hand forward to partake of the magic of the ceremonial hour. "The words of poets in which the essence of the speaker is priceless and eternal, either for their wisdom or beauty, are immortal and untouchable by crude minds."

"Though that is true, on this particular night of all nights, I do not deal in words."







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[genre: horror fiction]