[size=+1]Senator Ioannes Kantakouzenos:[/size]
*Ioannes scowls. Again. Not for the last time, either.*
Ah, yes, Senator Hadrianos Raoul. Well, I will excuse myself from further talk on the matter of your immortal soul, which will surely spend eternity being punished by the harsh hands of Satan and the cruelties of his torturous flame, and talk to you like a politician.
I despise politicians, actually, which may seem slightly hypocritical considering I am one. Nonetheless, you are the literal embodiment of everything I despise in this universe, a mixture of foulness that is only matched by that of the Xenoi. Thankfully, the Xenoi only cease to exist after their soulless bodies perish, whereas I may receive the heavenly reward of watching you burn in hellfire from my perch just below that of the Angeloi, who are naturally seated by God's right hand. You connive and scheme like a spider building its web, a web of intrigue that will stretch from one end of the Magnaura to the other, entrapping those Senators foolish enough to fall in. And with the power of your web, holding firm, you will acquire wealth and glory to your name, seeking to rise so high that you may match the Angeloi.
Naturally, you may never do so. If you do not betray the Imperium in actuality, you will do so in your soul. Nay, you've already done it in your soul, and now I fear that I must watch and you corrupt the entire senate with your evil. Gold and lust, envy and ambition, all of those things will fit inside the web you spin, until the day some man, most likely one of the Faithful, will burn it and purge you from this Earth as befits the accursed being you have become.
I spit on you. Not literally, as for all your corruption you are still not as terrible as a Pisan. But you are close.