With his campaign for a chance at keeping the Patriarch seat in his lineage at an end, Julian's complex and the idea that his sister would somehow still wrestle the seat from him only waxed stronger.
He had failed to sire a male heir, no matter how much he tried, and could not change age-old traditions and statutes to put one of his daughters in his seat once he had passed on, so all he was left with was paranoia as well as a newfound desire to achieve the impossible goal, the legendary Twelfth Circle that was said to grant immortality. After all, if he could live forever, why would he ever need to surrender his seat to another?
Alas, that goal was not going as well as Julian would have hoped. Even with the Aristide family's vast wealth at his disposal to further his magic enlightenment, the projection of his progress always surpassed the end of his lifespan. Hell, his more talented sister was not even all that close herself, so really, what hope did Julian have?
