Morgan

Things took a turn for the different when David became one of the undead. In life, he could focus on frivolity drinking with friends, hanging out at clubs, working out at the gym. The Embrace had left David with a feeling of having even less meaning than he had before. Upon becoming Kindred, he had to leave his mortal wife behind, a fact that still causes him to feel guilt to this night. Ofcourse, he hadno choice-hedidn'thave the requisite permission to Embrace her, and he’d have to kill her to protect the Masquerade if she found out about his secret. After traveling with his coterie to New York, though, things ironically became far more purposeful. In many ways, this pleased him: It gave him a direction he never had in life. Now, by his own actions, David’s somewhat responsible for the well-being of the rest of the Kindred. That’s what the Traditions are for, after all. Once you move past all the self-important attitude, even the Camarilla’s adecent enoughsociety, and it appreciates the diligence with which he fulfills his duties. David Morgan was a member of one of the coteries who heeded the justicars’ call to New York, hoping he could find in the fight a purpose for himself. As a matter of fact, he did David emerged from the conflict as one of the “veterans,” practically walking into the title Prince Calebros gave to him after things had settled somewhat. Becoming scourge was a great step for David. It not only gave him a bit of clout among his fellow Kindred, but it also introduced him to the hypocrisy that goes hand in hand with being one of the Damned. During his nights as a soldier for the Camarilla, he fought the Sabbat because they were a malignant, satanic rabble. Upon receiving his new commission, however, he saw that the Camarilla, for all its strength, feared the same things the Sabbat did, only NEW YORK BY NIGHT 68 it wouldn’t admit that to itself. Calebros needed a scourge to appease the clamoring of elders and ancillae who feared the “Time of Thin Blood” as mentioned in the Book ofNod -which was itself supposedly heretical among Kindred of the Camarilla. What they feared was the same end of the world they disdained the Sabbat for fearing. Yet, most of the Camarilla Kindred feared it for a different reason. They weren’t fervent, like the Sabbat. They were greedy, unwilling to pay the Biblical price for their Damned natures, loath to lose their domains and their creature comforts. The motives of other Kindred didn’t matter to David, though, so he brushed his judgments of them aside. Being scourge gave him goals and power and the hypocrisy of his own situation wasn’t lost on him. He merely chose to ignore it. Still, being a Kindred is a lonely affair, and he can’t help but feel sorry for some of those thin-bloodedwretches he brings to Final Death. He had to leave his own wife, and he tries not to think about the sacrifices the vampires he hunts may have made, or the fact that they are made in vain once he extinguishes their unlives. After all, they can prove themselves and achieve like he has done, and if they don’t bother, well, perhaps they are part of the impending end of theno, that can’t be true. It’s just a job. The delusion is everyone else’s. Not his.