Varga smiles only briefly. He’d never thought to hear a compliment while facing judgement, but to receive from the best fighter that had ever lived amongst the vampires–its enough to brighten his spirits even if he is likely destined for the block. “I did not intend to be brave…I only wished to protect the true leader from the lycan scourge threatening us all. I sought no retribution, only to serve my Lord.”
Leave his punishment to him. Now there was a….volatile idea. Varga was a masochist, and held a large amount of self hatred for all that he had done. Squaring his shoulders, he lifts his head and looks at Selene, still down on his knees, where he intends to stay. “Do unto me what was done to you. Poison by nightshade into paralysis, then blood let until half drained….after twenty days and twenty nights of giving me only enough blood to avoid death…allow me to heal. A day for every life I took of our kin.”
Perhaps it was too harsh, perhaps it wasn’t harsh enough. Varga cared little. He’d endured whips on his back as a child for being disobedient. All he knew was orders, being punished for not performing his orders well enough, and hunting lycans. If anything, he expected his sentence to be extended. Deathdealers–the true ones like the woman before him were not known for their tender mercies.
his actions could be seen as heroic by some, even selene seeing them ( slightly ) as such. however, what varga had done previous to such an act are far more important after all that’s happened. nonetheless, it’s refreshing to see just how humble the death dealer ( second to her ) is.
what follows her offer of the male deciding his own punishment, though, she’s rendered speechless. seclusion or something of the likes is what the vampire elder expects; not this. ❛ are you sure you understand what is entailed in such a thing? ❜ it’s not that selene has softened after her centuries of life, but her eyes have been opened in ways she never imagined. the idea of subjecting someone to that torture is almost unimaginable for the death dealer, and she’s not quite sure she’ll be able to agree to it. arms move to cross over her chest, head tilting ever so slightly to gauge his sanity, for lack of a better word.