Neon is the Colour of Vengeance (Flappers and False Gods)

EPILOGUE

There you have it; my tragedy from Tenebrium. Another stain in the city’s bloody history.

What happened in Borden Tower and the events that led up to it will likely be forgotten in years to come. None of it shaped the city or had any real impact at all. The gossip and fascination with what transpired died before the fires were truly out. After all, who among the common folk would mourn for the underworld?

Perhaps by the design of those precious few who survived, there is no legacy to speak of. No tales but for the one I write here. No legends and no hearsay. Borden Tower still remains a burnt-out husk, and no new power rose up to fill the vacuum left behind by the eradication of the Conti Family.

So many lives were lost in the pursuit of power and many more were irreparably changed and damaged. Yet, there is no grand lesson to be learned here.

What unfolded was nothing short of a tragedy and perhaps that is lesson enough. Take this as a reminder to hold that which you love close.

None of the surviving members of the Conti family managed to reforge it. Genevieve Harris never did make good on her promises to raise an empire and Tenebrium has long since moved on from Samuel Conti, but I find it hard to forget. In telling this tale I hoped to share the burden. I hoped to humanise a monster and immortalise those who lost everything for love.