Easy, nigh-unlimited power: forever the dream of the vain and grasping. Rare enough that such is found, much rarer still that it is retained; and in what a small percentage of that even more miniscule number is it kept to the profit of the winner.
The Merovingian is not such a fool as to place all his trust in such fleeting chances, yet the gambler and sybarite within him cannot resist the play. These dissipative elements of his core program make him bold, unpredictable; thus far, they have made him a power to be reckoned with throughout our world's small pantheon.
Will his mercurial genius hold him in favor still, or will his daring play at last catch him up? As one once thus entangled in Decima's web, I hold my hand hidden, watching the darlings of fortune carefully...so very carefully.
Sometimes sacrifice is nescesary...I'm still laughing at all of the human deaths resulting from Zion, or ministries of Zion, tact. Not to mention the whole Cypherite fiasco...the barges, the ships, the operatives all lost due ill-planning and assumption. I'd take a few casualties to test success, rather than to tempt failure.
Likewise. Besides someone has to be a victim.
