Divinity or Opportunity?
Continued from this! - @energystole
To say Doctor Samuel Hayden was alone, isolated in the room responsible for slingshotting the one entity its honeyed-words could not budge was erroneous. After all, one needed not a physicality to assert one’s very being into a given stretch of space. In truth, it was such a simple endeavor to make one’s presence known without material substance that to do otherwise was trivial--merely a tool to amuse one’s self with to astound the lesser minds of the finite. ‘Tis why the disembodied voice saw no reason to perform such a miniscule twitch of its capabilities... yet. Perhaps if this lesser entity proved sufficiently entertaining? And from the way it spoke, a margin of the S E R A P H I M‘s interest was piqued upon the lesser’s evincement of boldness. “My, my, my...” began the S E R A P H I M “only once before have I found one of the finite so quick-witted.” From the ether all around emanated a distant hymnal choir, reverbed singing reminiscent of hearing the congregational chorus’ psalms from tens of feet outside the cathedral. An undercurrent of trumpeting archons underlined these hushed sounds whilst something akin to a muted whirlwind’s shriek, too, arose in time. Motes of ethereal white, gold, black and grey popped into being throughout the empty room until the space mirrored the star-filled night sky one would find deep in the wilderness of earth. These wispy orbs pulsated after a moment, throbbing like a heart, before being drawn in by some unseen force to a central point just in front of the exit Samuel had been meandering towards not long prior. Each coalesced and melded into a singular blob of clashing colors that, after a moment, sprouted three pairs of pearlescent wings of immaculate feathers the color of powdered snow. And these wings curled inward around the blob left by their formation, a singular mass of the remaining hues that soon manifested a vaguely humanoid shape that, instead of defining features, possessed innumerable eyes of incongruent shapes and sizes. Thus the S E R A P H I M took form.
“A fool you are not, Doctor Samuel Hayden--yet you cling to frivolous things such as names? Very well, perhaps such a thing shall prove interaction easier? Many an epithet and name have I been given, each rising and falling in prominence over the aeons, but perhaps you might be familiar with one found in your own instance of being? Yes, yes, so shall it be: refer to I as you would the Bringer of Light, Helel.”
