That was surprisingly simple.
It's amazing what a small bit of Kindred blood is capable of. With it, I can, without embellishment, shoot a fly off the table without scratching the finish. I can open doors between here and the other side of the world. No lock can stop me, no room can contain me. With a thought, I can make a crowd adore me. At a glance, I can discern the weakest person in the room, the one most like to harm me, the one who is most afraid. I am more durable, I am faster.
I can bend others to my will.
It's this last one that is fraught with peril, though the crowd influencing can be just as bad. Purely from a human perspective, what good is forced affection? What purpose friends, when relationships can be empty?
And yet...
To many of my Kindred, friends are a weakness, a burden, an opportunity for betrayal. While I strive to feel otherwise, I know that it is all too easy for one who knows what I am to use that information to betray me, either to my end, or to another Kindred who seeks to destroy what I have chosen to protect. To that end, and because she is dear to me....I turned Viola into a ghoul.
My sire explained the process to me, and it is amazingly simple. Feed the subject a bit of my blood, and, with a bit of focused effort, I have a devoted servant, addicted to...me.
After she came by on the fourth, we discussed many things. Without going into details, by the end of the night, I had acquired a delightful companion and a very beautiful, highly useful agent-slash-secretary.
Win-win for Gavin and Geralt, I'd say.
We have our first round of results back from various blood tests we've processed. A few candidates that bear watching. I'm reveling in the quiet that persists after the God Machine incidents and find the ability to focus my attention on Ultor to be a nice change of pace from the constant conflict and haphazard planning.
Good Lord, I've only seen thirty-seven years, but I sound positively elderly.
I doubt I will write again for some time.
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