WHEN YOU ENTER HELL
I want the exits K E P T L O C K E D .
The bitter coffee loathing of the boy washed over tongue, coated throat, pooled wrathfully at the bottom of his stomach void. There is beauty in the willing bend of a knee, the absence of the flinch they submit soft flesh and brittle bone to the bite of the stone at the mere mention of his presence. But also is there a loveliness to the struggle, teeth ground to nubs and words hissing as air escaping a bottle of champagne not quite opened, also does it please him how these mangy things chew upon the glass shards of his name and then tell him of how they delight in the taste.
Father.
You never understood it, did you?
This hearthfire satisfaction of watching those who hate you, kneel for you?
Really — he did you a service, that day.
How did you ever last as long as you did, living as little as you had.
An incline of that dark helm would greet the acknowledgement of his ownership. Did she know they knew? No; that shriek of indignation would still ring bell-like through his skull. That his Wraith preferred their arrangement remain furtive had always been clear, no matter that she’d never been fool enough to admit to such a weakness. He had never dissented, content with how maintaining the charade taxed her and how much greater her suffering would be, when inevitably her dear mortal imbeciles came to face with the truth — but neither had he ever made especial efforts to aid her secrecy. Her failure was not his problem.
( and there is a stirring, in the grave soil which litters his veins,
a desire dead before it had ever breathed, that he should be regarded
as keeper of the realm labelled zoen mith menethil. )
“ Incorrect, but significantly more fascinating than my previous intent.
I leave the decision to her, whether she accept or decline. Either suits
my purposes. ”
He was no one’s fool, least of all hers. The “absolution” of her perceived sins would be too tempting for J.aina’s daughter, that desire to hop joyfully from gallows frame to rabble’s swarm so characteristically P.roudmoore — as if he would lose her in the throng, and could not reach with hooked claws to drag her back to the noose.
Let her play the anti-hero. Children learned from such exercises.
Whether in the act, or the inevitable painful conclusion.
Sticks and stones, as they say.
As a shadow divested of its host and left to meander the world alone does he pass by the boy. Mentions of countermeasures would be considered and dismissed; there was no need for violence ( yet ) when already seeds of annihilation germinated in this celestial garden. Whose he was too interested in discovering, to pull out the roots of the operation.
“ I do wonder — since you acknowledged her as mine, after all —
if the net of her official pardon would be cast over me as well? ”
He bared shark’s teeth, and bit off the heads of his words.
“ In case the Silver Hand invite themselves into my home again,
and protest my reaction. ”
You’re I N D E B T E D to the Devil
for the BETS YOU HAVE LOST!
FLY AT DAWN;;RETURN BY DUSK
TELL ME EVERYTHING;;
Understood, but unfortunate - although wrought with the stench of depravity tenfold, this eldritch monstrosity was far superior in terms of decorum to his abhorrent prodigy.
And YOU, servant to gods, the wings and eyes and ears of CREATION, hold a role suited to DEALING WITH DIVINITY.
(Even DEATH had its place within it all - though countered by genesis was his existence, denying a single truth would simply delay productivity.)
An iceberg rolled past, the quiet, whispering madness of thousands of damned souls accosting his forever-seeking senses, a lifetime of training forbidding that placid expression from shifting.
The inquiry, while solemn, had been predicted - as had countless outcomes, he had studied, alone, without rest, all he could glean about the society of the forgotten and restless, the energies that entangled within a lifeless form and forced it to rise and feed... ..endless scenarios, all leading to a single moment by which the raven could proceed as smoothly as was expected of him.
(THE CROW WATCHES YOU, IT KNOWS WHAT YOU’VE DONE.)
Eye contact continued to be maintained with the elegant path beneath them, the frigid monarch brushing further into the excessive greenery and vibrant life - he did not follow unless beckoned, did not speak unless spoken to, such was proper when speaking to those of higher callings.
“Only if you acknowledge your connection to the Deathlord.
The only stipulation, due to it being unorthodox for my Masters to recruit that which already has a higher authority, is that if the Gorosei were to call on her, the mission would be held in priority over your command.
Of course, this is an extreme rarity, and both of you would have the right to refuse when the time came, however...
This would lead to a stripping of her title and any protections or privileges it may grant.”
Careful words on thread-thin ice, the messenger poised to take cover from a loaded gun, how fickle the heavens were when their authority came to play.
Without intimately understanding the end, he could not predict its ire.
For the CREATION of it all;;
THEY HAVE ALREADY LOST THEIR SENSES;;
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