The Corruption of the Atropina Belladon

The following was a message overheard being transcribed from the Emperor Paolo Trástaleon to Atropina Belladon, the Lady Midnight, Beautiful Mistress of Death. The Atropina had sought help from the Court of the Lady Rose in thwarting the rise of men, but the Lady Rose reprimanded her out of hand , claiming that the squabbles and basal desires of men would have no lasting effect on the land of Girasol, nor its inhabitants. The words of Emperor Trástaleon are as follows:

“So the Lady Rose has rebutted you, sweet Belladon? You felt the Blight taking you and sought her help, yet she told you to fix it yourself? The Lady Protector can shield nothing but her lonesomeness, you should have known that. She wraps herself so tightly in those thickets that it is a wonder any mortal follows her at all. And now you find yourself at my feet. The Blight truly has done a number on you, my sick-bitter sweetness, for this time last year you were calling for my head on a platter. Funny how every denunciation of my work only proves my point. You are old things, you plant deities, and it is time for a new age. Just as you overcame the elves with your Horaflurian Revolution, so is it time for an age of men to begin, and with me the freest of us all at its helm. The Horavir is not something which you can stop, only something you can accept and then die.
"Do not fear, however, you are more than welcome here. Especially now that we have perfected you, you lady over death and dying. Your poison will feed our machines and your cunning will end all rebellion before it can even rise. Atropina, they say a rose is still a rose by any other name, yes, but my dear a rose is our foe and a thorn in our side and by many names a dying thing. Her words may prick like thorns but her actions move no further than her fortress of brambles and her silly little followers. She will trouble you no more. Rest, now, and in the morning we will consult with the Virlocke on the most efficient way to deal with this stubborn underbrush.”

The message was first published in a book titled Palace Conversations: A Collection of Overhearings and Eavesdroppings in the Empire Years. The source is unknown, and presumed to be dead. Microsia did not look kindly on court espionage.

Type

Record, Transcript (Communication)