❝ oh ? ❞ in retrospect they neither believe it too much nor too little ; they are not a creature of faux embellishments solely for the aspect of mutual camaraderie. if they see even a slim glimmer of potential, it went without say that they’d pursue it relentlessly. their tongue, a darker shade of ashen cobalt in contrast to the stellar canvas of constellations carved, pressed idly up on the internal grooves atop the roof of their own mouth. holding their saccharine tongue before they dared to drip a potent nectar further into the awaiting ears of potential allies and sow themselves against an agape mouth ; a star is dewed with a private council, brightened and burning with wishes whispered. for those they granted, and the leadened guilt he carried for those they could not save. desolation and loneliness ; a pariah by birth, not by choice: there is a similarity, a familiarity, a curse of intellect and alienation. ❝ i’ve carried a multitude of names and titles with me throughout the ages. one could say i’ve got a lot of excess baggage, ❞ a gentle, serene laughter in baritone that is neither affronted nor displaying offense. all that has been done to them ; truly, it was difficult to take anything ‘ personally ’ anymore. may those comments fall across the nexus of their skin, eternally strung between vacancies of cosmic matter and the subsequent rebirth of celestial galaxies.
❝ many individuals have taken the liberty of doting upon me, calling me such effervescent names such as ‘ the midnight star ’ or ‘ the archmage of xadia, ’ solemnly i fear they were naught but a constant slew of patrician drivel. as they took primary offense to my overall lack of enthusiasm to their licentious praise of which i had never desired. ❞ a string of words are a simpleton’s method of seduction. what they’d always sought was raw, corrosive essence ; the eagerness to obtain knowledge, a growth towards self-enlightenment. to observe another being, so simplistically complex in such a grandiose design. a delicate source of sentience that can outdo, outlast and overwhelm. they’re also akin to that of a scholar, but perhaps a further, abstract knave in comparison to the opposite astral of whom stood so patiently before them. ❝ so please, call me aaravos. ❞ a name grants a sort of power unto those that know how to utilize it: but may they attempt to rake their fingers across the stars themselves ; through pockets of realities, of dissonance. they’ll find naught a minuscule spark or a granule of dust that recalled such a name. those who’d erased not only the midnight star’s name ; but their own deeds, their existence—- yes, they retain such a festering, vehement bitterness. one cloaked underneath a silken glove, and such soft compliant lips ; a sweet voice to conceal the abrupt sting of a molten dagger.
both capable of maliciousness and adoration, they continue to gaze with comprehension ( and maybe, even compassion ) towards this foreseen companion. they ultimately come to realize that as a union, they’re far more likely to obtain these various goals in which they’d laden themselves. ❝ and i believe that you are still a glorious effigy despite your ‘ unique ’ circumstances. or aren’t you, lucilius ? ❞
tired , lax demeanor is visible whilst glancing towards the starry being as they began to speak , he allowed each sentence , word , to resonate within giving Lucilius more than enough time to think of multiple responses - all which are truthfully but some more curious than others , it depends on how he feels to respond in a fruitful manner . after all , he is more than aware that his time ‘pon this realm is not forever that soon enough his own creation will come for his head & Lucilius will not fight back but simply smile in the glory of his plans officially becoming executed with his own sense of martyrdom .
“ of course they have , why wouldn’t they ? “ a simple response , truthfully Lucilius is not surprised - those damned humans always worshipping anything that is even the faintest towards their favor , how foolish are they ; / a god !! a god !! hark for a god has come to say us all !! / LIES LIES LIES . he will ensure to blot out each life ‘pon ‘ gods ‘ canvas and ensure equality and proof that nay , no sort of god exists , even those foolish enough to worship Lucilius himself . “ aaravos . “ repeats the god-hating man , a soft flick of his tongue almost as if he had tested the name itself only to ensure that it does indeed sound wondrous / melodic .
effigy , a roughly made model of a particular person, made in order to be damaged or destroyed as a protest or expression of anger . unknown reasons , that it will forever IRK him to know he too is nothing more than a void , a void of a filthy herald ; of LUCIO. what his dear star says is nothing but the truth , Lucilius was made to become a herald , it’s almost too ironic to see that Lucio’s creation is the exact opposite of him - of what he had created , oh how Lucilius can feel how disappointed he is , how disgusting Lucio must be ; good , hate me , fear me .
“ glorious , a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself , though , I wouldn’t put myself in a positive light . I am simply a mistake that had created its own consciousness , furious at its own creators . “ Lucilius is so much more than that , he is putting his plans into motion , no matter what turn it takes he knows , hes made thousands of outcomes and has been planning this for hundreds of years .
