when the ashes arise, the light shall fall; will you find me?
Thursday, March 16 ; 16:25
Daonnoih hummed, her illuminated eyes watching over the skeletal creature. The bell had spoken of someone like him before; void of life and death at the same time; the pinnacle of undeath. It sickened her. Yet if he was already at that odd medium in time and space, how could her beloved bell whisper a time and date?
“The Chime of Esyhehil whispers of ancient tale. A man dedicated to administering justice with a cruel, merciless hand. To maim and kill. To torture. What was once a loyal man turned more twisted and inhumane, dedicated to inflicting pain. A spectral guise of ethereal fire which dance wrathfully about a skeletal head now stand in this mortal’s place. He’s sadism-incarnate and fully intrigued by his own sickening ego.”
The woman paused, her harmoniously eerie voice dipping down as its final echo began to vanish. A long, bony arm outstretched and her wrist shook; the chime’s once eerie song turned to a calming resonance. She could see clearly.
“Your evil shall be vanquished soon, my dear Warden. Your work is torment, but mine is flawless. Remember the time and date I have told you. That is when I shall come, and rest assured, you will suffer the same fate as the many inmates and souls you continue to torture. It will be delicious to finally hear your screams of anguish, but know that I shall grant you the same mercy you have granted them: n o n e . ”
