Good.
/Transformation
“Do you believe in good people, Master Norwyn?” Her voice laced velvet poison through his veins. Her nails dug into his skin from where she gripped his jaw. Her eyes scarred a thousand life times across his retinas. Etheria’s wailing dead rose around them, clouding the air. They made it difficult to breathe. He could smell the coffee wafting from her mouth, stale after spending so many hours in her gullet.
“There will always be good to stop the creatures like you.”
She hummed and considered his words. She played a strand of his hair around her crooked finger. The edge of her nail caught the side of his face.
“There will always be good, I agree. Good people however...” she shrugged, “if there is something in this world that can stop me, I would pray for you, Master Nowyn. It will be bigger and crazier and hungrier than I and it will know the difference between the good and the good people.”
“You have the audacity to stand here, in my academy halls, and tell me that I am not a good person?”
“I do it because, now, I can. There is good inside you. I can smell it on your breath, along with all of your misguided intentions - it’s disgusting, as if a skunk died in your throat. And that’s where the issue lies. You never let that shining good consume you. So I will have to do it instead.”
