killing Neron Launceleyn

Well wasn't this an interesting twist of fate. We'll skip over the preamble of the Voice appearing—wisps of petrichor and sparks of electricity at her heel—and get right to the good part. The death of Neron Launceleyn that was. The ascension of the new man he might become. Might being the operative phrase here. "You know well what I'm called, Neron Launceleyn, and what it is I offer. I'll offer you the courtesy of not invading your thoughts and reading your motivations." She said simply, sat atop a pillar of stone that vibrated with electrical current.