An ill wind fluttered through the night sky, as if an ominous prophecy of things yet to come, that fateful night held many depravities under it's dark yet comforting cover, only certain few could see. Albeit there is light in that bottomless pit of sin and degeneration, a child being born always brings a smile, hope, a moment engraved in those who watch it, something to ponder in the future, when life shows her cruelness. However, even such acts without taint, can bring despair and sorrow. In the shadows lies a manor, it's Romanesque semi-circular arches, sturdy appearance and small paired windows, granting it the exquisite display a noble's house should have. However appearances can only grant so much insight, the most interesting things are those that happen with actions, what actions can be happening in this haven you wonder? Ah, well, many indeed. A birth is an act of life, a blessing upon the world as a new spark is born, a new seed is planted, what this seed will grow into, only God knows, however sometimes birth can be an act of death, such as this one. Ah, when one spark is too bright perhaps and extinguishes the other, perhaps it devours it, perhaps the spark isn't a spark at all, but a pit devoid of anything that snuffs the light out the mother, all her love in vain. Some blame curses, some speak of the devil, others merely coincidence, whichever the case may be for such atrocities, this child murdered her own mother. Sobbing, shouting, screaming, all the father could do, didn't matter much, she laid there, eyes gazing up above. With trembling fingers the father covered those piercing eyes that had entranced him, the very first day he saw her, with her eyelids. With reddened eyes due to the tears that had run rampant across his visage a few seconds ago he told he doctor to leave. Alone in the room with that accursed child the man screamed, trying to cover that wretched thing's cries. The man turned his head as he heard a creaking sound coming from an open door that led to a corridor deep inside the mansion's glory, there he saw a little girl, no older than four years old. An audible gulp and a sad smile was all the man was capable of, her birth had been clean, a moment of joy, happiness, nothing seemed to matter anymore on the day she had been given birth into this dreadful world, there was light. He stared at the newborn wondering if he had come to take it all away, had God chosen this fate for him? He was left with a son to further the lineage, however he would never forgive him for what he had done. He gave a quick oath that he would treat him just as well as the other one, he knew the oath was true, however he would feel sorrow for the rest of his life as his eyes stared into his, the same as his mother's. As of right now, he needed some air, his feet felt as if made of iron, and as such with heavy steps he grabbed the older daughter, holding her tight whilst strolling to her room, with still shaking hands he leaned towards the bed softly placing her on it, an emotionless kiss on her forehead before leaving the room was given, albeit no words were spoken, with a tired expression and swollen eyes he gestured the servants to take care of the newborn, and prepare the corpse. He stepped outside of his grand manor afterwards, into that stygian darkness where sin had his domain. Observing the nascent gothic architecture in that terrifying dark made him feel hollow, as if those monoliths of carefully sculpted stone swallowed his sorrow. He strolled unknowing where he was heading, until he saw that massive cathedral, that glorious house of God. He gasped for air, it was as impressive in the dark as it was in the day, he doubted the doors would be open late at night and headed back home, his dilated pupils observing the grey shades everywhere in that gorgeous city he called home, maybe there was hope after-all, even in those somber moments. He would be called Silvio.
Was there hope? The question seems far too complex to be answered with a simple yes or no. However, life carried on, as it always does, the immense river always flowing, it's bound to find an ending at some point, nonetheless, that ending has not been reached yet. The story follows as such, the two grew up in that household, sharing misery and joy, as life demanded. The two were fairly close in terms of relationship, of course everything changed when the older sister took that sacred vow that all women must take at a certain point in their lives, lest they wish to become a sinful hag, indeed, she got married. The man was simple, or so thought her brother, he was a young and lively young man from another noble house, they were in fact more rich than them, so it was very profitable for their house, especially considering the sudden loss of much of the family’s riches, however Silvio didn't see things as such, in his young and naive eyes her sister was ruining her life, an ascetic life of romance and adventure could await her, instead she chose to chain herself to a simpleton for an easy and comfortable life, of course she kept such thoughts to himself, as he should, of course little did he know his sister didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. The wedding was exactly what you'd expect from two rich and noble houses making such a link, it was grandiose, beautiful and lacking literally nothing. A white pigeon flew through the ever-blue skies, an angelic vision, reminiscent of the baptism of Jesus. Nobody noticed the bird however, with the exception of the two siblings, whom after laying eyes on divine sign, locked their eyes. Her life was in front of her, even though it wasn't the life he wanted, Silvio felt sad, the eyes of his sister unwillingly mocked him, and whilst looking around he pondered at how lonely his life would be from now on, instantly he noticed piercing eyes gazing straight at him, with a gulp, he stared at the ceremony, a stray sheep in the midst of a wolf pack. It reminded him of that eventful night many moons ago, he was young, too young, running about at night sounded so exciting at first, of course he soon learned the dread of darkness and the night, diabolical eyes watching him pacing from their morally crippled homes, the chittering of those furry imps, with their bright shifty eyes seemingly spying on him. He was lost and afraid, unsure how to go back home, even though he had roamed those streets under the mantle of the sun so many times, he felt as if none of those buildings around him were familiar in the slightest. Eventually however he found herself facing a familiar monument of stone and faith, the cathedral. Blinking a few times, as his panic dwindled as a dying flame on a windy day, turning around however his eyes spotted a figure in gloom, not too far from him the obscure silhouette seemed to be getting closer every second, until eventually Silvio caught a comprehensible glimpse of the shadowed body. A man, wearing priestly clothing, his age was hard to tell under the mantle of night. “A bit too late for one so young to roam the streets, isn't it?” had asked the priest, to which Silvio merely nodded, shivering underneath his clothes. “What's your name?” abruptly asked the man with a fierce gaze, to which Silvio responded with his name. “Ah, I know who you are, you're lost? Come on, I'll get you back home” continued the priest, before taking him back home and that's how that story ended. He shook his head, noticing how he had been day-dreaming about past adventures, he looked around that mystical place in which the ceremony was being held, right outside that familiar cathedral. But he was nowhere to be seen, although for all he knew the priest doing the ceremony could have been him, if only the voices would match. Little did it matter anyway, it was just curious that he was nowhere to be found, there were more priests here and there, however not the one he was looking for, he hadn’t seen much of his face, nonetheless she knew the man had a strong jawbone and large shoulders, he shrugged, it had been so many years, maybe he had left the city or he was dead, why did it matter so much? Although no matter how much he tried to think of something else, even the grand ceremony that would change his sister’s life happening before his very eyes, his mind just went back to that one priest. As the rite finished, Silvio noticed he hadn’t been paying much attention at all through the entire scene. Afterwards everyone went to a feast, as they would in such a joyful occasion. Mingling with the guests Silvio was presented by his father to a daughter of a fairly influential family from Venice. After being presented the young man was left deserted with the young girl, her taste in clothing was sublime, she was fairly fat and ugly however, her sunken eyes observing the man hid something absolutely foul. Silvio wasn’t sure what it was, but something about the woman seemed vile and horrid, slithering deep beneath her carcass. Once the party ended and everyone went back to their home, Silvio had time to visualize all of the things that had happened on that very day, a sense of dread overcame him while his mind imagined the outcome of getting married with that revolting obese woman. He didn’t sleep much that night, anxiety devouring his peace and comfort. Rays of obscene light made their way inside the room, disrupting what little sleep he had gotten on that night, however he had to wake up, his sister was leaving for Rome. They met in front of the carriage, that would take the older sister far away, “We'll keep in touch, don't worry”, spoke the older sister with evident despair in her voice, however Silvio simply didn't sense it, his anger had blinded her to the pain of others. “We'll be together again one day” she continued, they both said goodbye and the two separated their paths, each to walk the earth as the webs of fate had chosen for them ahead of time.
So, what happened next? Did he accept her fate and married that foul slug? Or did he fight it? What kind of story would it be if he had just accepted it? The family was losing money quite brutally, apparently the father had grown an overpowering gambling addiction that had poisoned the roots of his very being, as the family’s fortune decreased the chances of such a marriage became more and more likely. While the sin of gambling had taken root in her father, fear was what tainted Silvio, a dread so powerful he didn’t spend a day without pondering about it. However, nothing changed the balance as much as the death of his father, he was unsure as to how it happened, however he was found gutted by morning by a few peasants in the shiftier streets of Florence. A tale so unsavory Silvio was left crushed, unsure of anything, what did the future hold now? A marriage with that filthy thing, it was hard to imagine her slithering her hand across his shoulders and kissing him. He shook his head unable to cope with it anymore, walking outside of his estate, heavily pacing with the weight of the misery the past had drowned him in and the grief the future had in store for him. He wasn’t thinking about anything, he'd rather not, it was better to feel nothing than anguish. And somehow he found himself in front of that fateful, and faithful, location, the cathedral. A melancholic smile shaped his visage, memories, both good and bad crawling through his psyche, there was a choice, he didn’t have to get married, he'd become a monk, renounce all of his riches, his home, everything, there wasn’t that much left anyway, aside from the manor. And when the alternative was being married to that unclean woman, he would gladly become a monk. A strange rush of emotion filled his soul as he knocked on the gate to that holy abode, softly opening the entryway, which loudly creaked clearly alerting anyone inside with decent ears of his presence, each step he took in the house of God gave off a powerful echo, strangely enough it gave him resolve and it assured him that this was right choice. His eyes scouted the grand hall ahead of him, he saw a figure far ahead, sat on a pew. With self-confident steps the boy strolled towards the man on the pew, as he got closer he noticed it was a fairly old man, wearing priestly clothing, he gently smiled eyeing the boy. Silvio smirked, this was the right choice. “I wish to become a monk, I'll donate my manor and riches to the church”, he spoke with confidence, strength.
Life has a tendency of mixing things up, don’t you think? One minute you have a beautiful life ahead of you, a life where your family can live in happiness and comfort, the next, you’re laying on the streets in a puddle of mud. Life, what a great experiment. However things didn’t go quite like that for this one, even among all the obstacles he had to face, Silvio managed to beat them all without losing himself to them, for him he’d much rather live in a monastery far away, where he’d never find true love, a place where he wouldn’t have part of riches or anything resembling a lavish lifestyle. Everything that had happened in the past, it was all building up to this moment, the moment he broke free of all links to her past, of everything other people wanted him to become and he chose his own destiny, a destiny of chastity and purity. Oh, he still remembers to this day.. Looking to the magnificent monastery in front of his eyes, the man could feel his heart pounding violently inside his chest, with a quick gaze of the woody background, he dismissed the carriage that had gotten him to the abbey, through that bumpy road, Silvio thought of it as just another obstacle in his way, that's how he'd feel about everything. With determined paces, he approached the monastery's doors, gently opening them. The future lay bare in front of him. Later on, he was exploring the monastery, which was fairly large, in his monk's clothing, in a strange way it felt good to belong to a community, wearing those symbolic coverings shaped a grin on his face, it had been a while since he felt this happy. The other monks stared at him as he walked past, Silvio couldn't tell if their gazes struck curiosity or malice, if it was the latter, he would face them as any other obstacle, he would overcome and grow stronger from it, the thought made him smile once again. No obstacle was too powerful, too foul or too large, anything can be beaten, courage doesn't mean not being afraid, it means being afraid and carrying on. Strength isn't about how hard your fists strike, true strength is the power to take fate and make of it what you will. Of course he wouldn't go around flaunting at his heretical philosophies, lest he wanted to get punished.
Morning followed after darkness, he hadn't slept very much, it was somewhat hard to sleep in a place he didn't know and around people he couldn't trust, coupled with how excited he was at his newfound inner strength, sleep was the last thing his mind desired. he stood up, stumbling a bit, however he promptly recovered balance and with quick hand movements he put on his monk outfit. Breakfast followed, Silvio felt extremely lonely at first, nonetheless, he sat at a table with some of the other monks and spoke with them whenever they asked him a question. The food was decent, it wasn't great, however he had already expected it to be worse than what he would have usually ate back home, he tried to not bring back memories that would inflict nostalgia upon him and continued eating. That day wasn't uneventful however, Silvio met what would become one of his only friends in that house of faith, he was significantly older than Silvio, no older than forty however, it started fairly cold, with mere questions as to where he was from and such, then they spoke about their dreams and what they wanted as children in their naivety, days later they would become inseparable. Wherever they went, they went together, what was the point in embracing a life of loneliness, when they could have so much more bliss together. Eventually life in the monastery felt like a godsend to Silvio, fitting I guess. In the end, not only had he overcome his difficulties, but he had done so while benefiting from the outcome a great deal. To this night, Silvio still remembers those beautiful days spent observing the grand forest from the upper floor of the abbey, with that man, sometimes he regrets those days came to an end, for they brought him much delight and happiness.
However, as all good things, they come to an end, the river must end eventually, no? A few years went down the river, albeit on neutral terms with most of the other faithful, Silvio found solace in his only friend there, he had nigh forgotten his sister, and had even begun to climb the celestial ranks of the monastery, getting closer to the abbot in an attempt to have a chance at becoming the next one, when his time was due. He was a pragmatic being, if his fate was to remain in the abbey, why wouldn't he try and have a better life there, to have power? There were no reasons not to try, he was never there out of divine devotion, he had come to the monastery because the other option was something he dreaded to even think about, as such, there was nothing stopping him from trying to achieve a position of power in the ranks of the church. But, as it was said before, something had befallen him, another obstacle. Silvio had heard of the arrival of a priest that morning, while eating his breakfast, at first he didn't put much thought into it, however once he appeared in the room and everyone turned their heads to face the man, he had to do so as well, and there he stood, there wasn't anything very special about the man, he had quite the jawbone and large shoulders, although something about him seemed familiar, Silvio couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. The priest, with a charming smile selected a good amount of monks from the room, and urged them to follow him. Neither Silvio, nor his friend were selected and as such the reasons for this remained a mystery to the two. The two finished their breakfast and went to their usual activity, however, later on while walking through the halls, he felt as if the other monks were watching him with antipathy and outright malice. It was awfully strange, as only those monks whom had been selected to go with the priest were the ones acting strangely. Silvio suspected the priest must have said something about those monks that weren't selected, was this some sort of test? He pondered at the question, reaching the conclusion that life had given him a new obstacle to surpass. While the first obstacle tested his strength of character and wits, this one would test his resolve, or something around those lines. Whilst sitting outside with his friend, a group of monks walked up to them and begun harassing Silvio. “Oh m'lady, how are you fairing today?” spoke one of them with a mocking tone, he found it awfully strange that after a couple of years he'd begin to mention his past nobility. “Fine”, answered Silvio with his sight fixated on the blurred forest ahead of him. “Fine? Oh, how may we make your day better then, your highness?” blurted out another one with a mischievous smile. Silvio breathed in, then exhaled loudly, trying to keep himself calm, looking at his friend for a brief moment before standing on his feet to face the other monks, face to face, he wasn't afraid of them, they were another obstacle he would defeat, just like any other, he had gotten this far, some arrogant monks wouldn't stop him now. “You could start by running off now, go” he spoke in his most demanding timbre, a few of them looked around slightly touched by the comment, however the rest were unfazed. “Look at you, do you think you're worth anything now? You're not a “noble” anymore, wake up”, uttered another one with a haughty smirk on his face. Silvio, slightly opened his mouth attempting to think of a good come-back, nothing good came to mind as such he went for the most offensive thing he could think of, attempting to sound as intimidating as he could, he spoke, “You're weak and useless, we will waste no more time speaking to self-entitled fools”, he then grabbed his friend by the right arm, and they walked inside the monastery without turning their heads towards the other monks. “What was that all about?”, he asked, his face clearly showing signs of concern. “Don't worry about it Roberto, that's what they want” muttered Silvio while reflecting on the situation, he knew one thing for certain, he had to find the priest, he must have been the one that started all of this. “We need to find the priest that just arrived, know where he'd be?” asked Silvio, scratching his head as they begun pacing randomly in the monastery. “The guest room?” guessed Roberto while he arched an eyebrow. The two strolled the monastery in search of the fabled guest room, indeed the guest room was the source of many rumors among the monks, both foul and divine, depending on whom you asked. A few monks claimed to have heard debauched moaning sounds coming from inside one night, while others alleged to have seen Jesus himself, in divine radiance while cleaning the room, who was right and who was merely making things up? Up to interpretation. The couple eventually found the room, and knocked at the door before looking at each-other, with obvious concern. They waited a few minutes, however nobody came to open the door. “Should we open it?” asked Roberto, thinking about how sinful doing so would be. Silvio however didn't answer, he merely grabbed the door's handle, and after a brief second of hesitation he opened the door. There was nobody inside. “Nevermind then!” exclaimed Silvio closing the door and staring at Roberto, as if asking with his eyes “where else?” Roberto however wasn't paying attention to such subtle physical signs, and with a shrug he asked “What is it?” Silvio, didn't answer yet again, far too busy speculating exactly what was happening, he slowly nodded to himself, while gesturing Roberto to follow him. “The abbot must know where he's at” he spoke as they wandered through the mystic halls of the abbey once more. They reached the abbot' door and this time with a much longer vacillation, he knocked on the door, awaiting for the that old and experienced holy man. The door opened and there he was, looking at the two of them inquisitively, he was smart, it was easy to tell, perhaps too easy. “Abbot we wish to know where the priest that had arrived this morning is, would you happen to know?” asked Silvio, carefully calculating every word he spoke. “He was only here to deliver us a message from the main church, he left afterwards, why are you looking for him?”, spoke the abbot with his both tender and rough voice, such a combination gave him a clear edge when commanding others. “We wished to ask him something.. Nevermind, thank you” mumbled Silvio, while taking a step backwards. The abbot nodded, giving each of them a penetrating gaze before closing the door. Silvio stared at his friend for a few seconds, there was clearly something going on and he aimed to find out what it was and if that wasn't possible, he'd need to make sure they couldn't hurt neither him nor Roberto. He couldn't become the abbot himself, since he was too young and didn't have enough years as a monk to be able to classify for the position, however Roberto could. he smirked while his eyes inspected Roberto from top to bottom. Another obstacle, another solution.
A crooked smile was clearly visible on Silvio's mischievous face, this had to be done, so he might as well enjoy it, were his thoughts at the time. It was dark, night had fallen long ago, and life had a new meaning. Silvio and Roberto were outside the monastery, in the cover of darkness, where none could see their sins but God himself. Silvio was holding a kitchen knife in hand, while Roberto had a cup on her hand, they had been preparing this for a while, it wasn't a perfect plan, but it's the best the monk could come up with. “Are you sure you want to do this? I-.. I know we have to, they've been treating you really badly and you can't go on like this for long, but you sure of this?” whispered Roberto, looking around with a mixture of anxiety and fear. “Stop worrying about it, you're going to become the abbot, and they won't be able to do anything to us, so, stop” spoke Silvio in a quiet voice, while staring at him. “Where should we do it then..?” muttered Roberto, still not quite sure if this was such a good idea or not. “Least traceable place I guess, It's gonna hurt a lot for a while, but soles are a good place” whispered Silvio, scratching his head, his voice begun cracking up a little, he wasn't quite so sure about his plan anymore. “If you want to back down, now it's the time..” begun mumbling Roberto, but he was immediately stopped by a commanding gesture from Silvio, whom proceeded to take off his shoes and socks, with trembling feet the monk sat on the ground extending his feet towards Roberto. “You want me to cut? I thought..” begun quietly speaking Roberto, but he stopped, breathing in deeply and grabbing the knife. Silvio placed both hands over his mouth and looked at Roberto awaiting the slice, Roberto gulped and hesitated for a few seconds before giving a clean cut to one of his soles. Muffled grunts could be heard coming from Silvio, but they soon faded into silence. Roberto placed the cup over the wound and allowed some of the blood to pour in. Once they had a satisfactory amount of blood, they used a handmade bandage to make sure the wound wouldn't bleed out during the night, and prepared the upcoming task in the master-plan of the two monks, they cleaned the knife at the river that went across the forest close to the monastery, although they noticed they would have to go back there to cleanse the blood from the cup as well. Afterwards they strolled back inside the monastery to do the deed, they sneaked inside the bedroom and with extremely gentle movements they pulled the sheets from the oldest monk in the room, he was the closest monk to the abbot, which had befallen ill as of late and it's unsure how many more moons he would see. Tainting his name right now would place him right out of the game, allowing for Roberto to take his place as the upcoming abbot, it was a dirty move, however it was a necessary one. They carefully dropped some blood on the bed making it seem as if he had been deflowered in the most perverse and degenerate ways. They proceeded to carefully make their way out of the abbey, extremely silently, for a single awry move would ruin their entire plan. They roamed the outside area for a bit until the arrived back at the river, they washed the blood, much as they washed the sins committed on that night. Silvio proceeded to clean his wound on the river as well. Afterwards with soft steps they sneaked inside the kitchen, and placed everything where they found it, going back to bed afterwards, Silvio could hardly believe they succeed, however the real task came tomorrow, when they would see if the seeds brought any fruits. You reap what you sow after-all.
The rays of light came as they would any other day, Silvio had strangely slept very well that night, even though the dusk before had been so eventful, and he had been so terribly excited and slightly frightened that someone would find out the truth, it was a risky plan, but if you risk nothing you gain nothing. However he would find out he would gain much from that risky plan, he had conducted the other night. He awoke to hear screams, he resisted the urge to smile, lifting himself from his bed, with a quick gaze at his surrounding he saw many monks around the bloody bed. Some of them were mocking the old monk, while others were shaking their heads disappointed. The abbot arrived soon after, as ill as he was, such an event had to be witnessed visually to make sure he wasn't being lied to, yet there it was, the blood, the apologetic expression on her old friend, it must have happened. The abbot gave Roberto a quick look before walking away back to her room, so did Silvio afterwards, with a barely noticeable smirk.
Few months passed since then, the abbot died from his disease, but before doing so, he had spoken to the Pope himself for the appointment of Roberto as the new abbot, now the two of them were untouchable, and all of those mocks and such they had to suffer through were kept to themselves, lest they wanted to be punished. And then they heard word that a priest was coming to the monastery, and it was indeed that one priest whom had started all of it, he walked up to the room where the abbot had his room, Silvio stood there most of the day as well. “Good evening, abbot, brother”, saluted the man, slightly nodding his head to both of the men. “Hello there, what is it you wish?” inquired Roberto, while his eyes thoroughly inspected the man. “I came to deliver a message, from the church, they wish to welcome you to your new position as abbot”, uttered the priest handing a small note to Roberto. “That is all, I shall take my leave now”, he spoke once more, slowly walking towards the door out of the room. “Wait!” exclaimed Silvio, walking towards the man. “Who are you, and what did you tell the other monks that day? And why?” he spoke with a commanding tone, a mixture of impatience and anger. “Not me”, he spoke, then he leaned closer, and whispered “my master”. Only then, did it struck Silvio that the man was in fact the one whom had helped him find his home on that night, albeit he had grown old and his voice was more gravely. “Who?” continued Silvio staring into his eyes. “Midnight, next to the river”, he whispered once again before leaving the room. Silvio smirked, maybe he would finally get the answers he had been searching for, he glanced back at Roberto afterwards and they spent the day as they usually did.
Night finally fell, and Silvio walked out of the monastery, not being too stealthy about it, considering his position as the abbot' right hand. he strolled around for a while until he considered it was midnight before heading to the river, there however he saw a man, he wore fine noble-like clothes, there was something extremely charming about him, but also intimidating. “Finally, we meet, hm? I've been watching your progress, I most certainly didn't expect you'd do so well, I've been searching for a suitable childe that would bring a good mind into the ranks of our clan, and you are the one, be proud of your actions, for they have brought you here, and now you will receive power suitable for your potential” spoke the man before walking close to Silvio and sinking his accursed fangs into her neck. Afterwards he was drained dry, his spark snuffled by the massive darkness of death, the river reaching it’s end. However, the blood of kings and gods awoke him back to life, a mockery of the rebirth of Jesus, yet there he was, reborn anew, baptized in blood.
Afterwards came a time of learning, learning kindred politics, the powers he had access to and many other miscellaneous things. What can be said about the powers he handled at that time? He found little to no use of potence, he much preferred to destroy enemies via non-physical means, having an enemy’s reputation turned into dust and his voice having zero power was much more preferable to him than merely killing someone, as such dominate had become a favorite of hers, which slowly corrupted his view of mortals as nothing but fodder for bigger plans. he wasn’t fascinated with the abyss and the shadowed art of obtenebration, he studied such powers since they required to be considered a lasombra of any power in the sea of shadows, and they could be very useful. The more he used such powers however the more obsessed he felt with shadows and darkness, as his soul drifted closer to damnation and the abyss. Becoming an immortal monster that had to sustain itself with the blood of the living also turned his views on God and his religion awry, seeing the roman catholic church as more a tool to control humanity than a salvation to his soul. Eventually, after learning all of the basics on his powers, being involved in the brutal politics of the sea of shadows, Silvio decided to check on his sister, the thought of her living a bland and perfect life while he had to suffer through all of that made him sick, it was time for him to have a piece of anguish.
After arriving in Rome he scouted the area in search of her house, he had received enough messages from her sister to pinpoint the location of the house and eventually found it. He spoke with a few neighbors about rumors and other things and eventually learned that there would be a venue soon for the couple’s daughter, which would turn five on that day. With a crooked smile he prepared his diabolical plan. He knew taking his sister’s letters would have been a good idea, and he’d certainly put them to good use. First of all he needed some clothing for the ball, which apparently was going to be a masquerade party, how perfect. He bought a classy mask and some expensive clothing, it felt good to dress out of his monk’s outfit from time to time, which he still used to manipulate believers. On the night of the venue he walked to the place in which it was being held, perfectly blending with the other nobles. He began walking towards the greeter until he lay eyes upon her, it was in fact, his sister. he stared into her eyes as they grabbed hands and with a low, yet powerful voice Silvio said “Don’t hold back, tonight you may give into your urges. It’s only natural to sin from time to time, claim what’s meant for you” he paused for a bit allowing the confusion of his words to vanish before giving her the command “Take Enzo into your bed tonight”. he walked away afterwards, trying to spot her husband amongst the crowd, once he managed to find him, he simply handed him the letter that had been given to Silvio long ago by his sister, in the letter she clearly mentioned her lust for Enzo, a neighbor of hers. Seeing his job was done Silvio walked out of the venue into the cold night, smiling from time to time. Afterwards came a time of merely observing her deal with the problems at hand, her husband found them out, and she was kicked out of the house. she lived in the streets for a while, she begun working at a brothel in the shadier streets of Rome, until she killed her husband, she was caught soon after. Later, Silvio decided to break her out of jail, since she clearly wouldn't be able to do it on her own, somewhat unsure if she had succeeded on the task or not, however he decided to embrace her regardless, there was potential there, yet she used it in all the wrong ways, with a bit of training she could become adept at the social schemes of the sea of shadows and help her rise within the ranks. However to this night, he still considers her somewhat of a failure.
What followed were forty years of merciless politics as the two attempted to rise up the ranks of the lasombra, however their rivals were usually more callous and devious than they and as such they never did much, however the savage games they were playing in the sea of shadows came to an end when Silvio's sister heard news of her daughter's death. The two of them traveled back to Rome to the place where she was buried. They stood in front of her grave, and then Silvio decided it would be a good idea to reveal to her a long hidden truth. “By the way, everything that happened to make your life go down that slippery hole, was orchestrated by me, I dominated you and I showed your husband the letter, I'm not sorry for it either” spoke Silvio in a cold tone, while staring at the grave ahead of him. Afterwards the two separated, it seemed she didn't take the news very well, a sign of weakness, thought Silvio. But it mattered not, for he didn't really care that much, she wasn't a fledgeling anymore, if she did anything that would put the clan to shame, it was absolutely her fault and he wouldn't be blamed for it.
The events that led to the anarch revolt followed, and Silvio certainly didn't wish to join the nascent Sabbat whom had taken everything he had worked for and destroyed it, instead he joined the camarilla at the convention of thorns becoming powerful and influential quickly, yet hated by his clan. Unlife followed as it usually does, and Silvio soon became an influential figure in europe's Camarilla. Achieving positions such as seneschal on certain occasions, albeit he usually held the title of harpy. Much happened during these long nights in the Old World, however they eventually came to an end when Sabbat raids became unbearable. Silvio traveled to the New World, America, where he soon grew into power. However things went awry when the Sabbat discovered his existence in the city in which he was staying, and as such he ended up moving from city to city a fair deal, eventually he met his sister again and they both participated in the social intrigues of the camarilla together, until they decided to stop the wheel and traveled to a small town in Red County where they hoped to evade the Sabbat.