There were a wide variety of problems, like a maze of fallen statues and copycats and molds. Every brick could be found twice, and every face was seen more than once. If you are unlucky enough, you might’ve even seen your own face in a bandit or a necromancer. Nothing was original, nothing was new. Here creation echoed in a chamber, a maze of mirrors that warped and bent reality to face you with new horrors and new itching contempt. you were lucky to breathe, even if it felt wrong, stolen.
If you were very quiet and very still, maybe you could hear the Walls breathe... Or the mutterings of a Madman trying to keep them alive desperately, along with everything trapped inside it.
Maybe he was scared- like a child grieving a not quite dead dog with a broken leg, even though they knew it was better to put down a suffering beast. But the walls breathed on, every shifting hallway, a new gauntlet to go through. How did time move here? Were your days, hours or weeks? Did it matter? Did the suffering endured change depending on the length of time in which it was experienced?
Theodor himself would only watch. maybe more would come. Perhaps more would change fate. Maybe just one more soul... One more mind... and if not that one then the next. For what else was there to do? Simply accept the inevitable? Oh no, no no no. Mourning Mortality was a mortifyingly mortal sin. There was no end goal but the same straight path as always, stretching far forward unto the horizon because what else was there...? Who would mourn a forgotten god? Certainly not Theodor. Not if there was no one left to mourn.
The definition of insanity: to do something over and over again with the feeble hope it will achieve different results.
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"Taste's bad. Like blood and guts and shit."
The Hunter turned it over to reveal the inside to Kiras, which gooped out what was presumably the Hunter's own blood and bits of flesh... That said, they didn't STOP eating it, continuing to nibble away at the bloody bread with their mask pulled down.
"The fuck I miss?"
He grabbed a different sweet roll and devoured it. "Oh gods, it's like it was made for me. Right. I had a philosophy debate with an aspect of the mad god until the abyss absorbed him for not listening. I thought it was weird when that mouth you sculpted started talking..." He got another one and ate that slower.
Damhan found himself drooling at the sight of blood and flesh. Oh the joys of being a cannibal. Damhan was morbidly curious. Oh well. He picked up a sweetroll and started eating. Finally some good food.
The Hunter looked at them both just sitting there devouring the weird sweetrolls. They blinked- maybe a little disgusted not with the eating of them itself but with the gusto they did it. Maybe they were just more trained on it, who knew.
"Oh. By the Blood. Huh. Interesting. Hmph. Glad we all like eating bits of my literal body... Not morbid at all."
"There's a version of him married to our daughter. Glad to see he's the exact same here." Severine was drinking. Damn this shit was strong. And delicious.
"Hm."
They just grunted, going back to the quiet for a moment. They needed it.
"Ah well. Not the first time I've died and won't be the last."
"It's better than what I almost did. Wish I'd known these were like this before struggling with willpower to not try to drink a Prince's blood."
"Hmph. Wait- what???"
The Hunter grunted and side eyed Kiras hard under their hat.
"The kitten tore his neck open. I'm guessing he let it happen to tempt me, but that would be expecting too much forethought and planning. I know it's gross, but I'm a vampire. I became one because of him. Another version or aspect. More like for him. Yes, I know that's insane. I'm used to getting called that by now. But I don't kill for no reason. I try to go after criminals and... Stalk isn't a nice word, but that's the best word for it. in order to know if they're suitable."
"Excuse me, said kitten has a name!! She is The Rampage!! Rude to not call her by name when she is listening!!" She huffed, offended, for a moment pausing in her tracks but then continuing to eat the sweetroll as she listened to Kiras. ". . . This one hopes this fragment of Sheogorath was weak enough that the abyss ate him for good. Heh."
Ingar is very pointedly looking away from everyone eating. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to eat a sweet roll again. "Um, I doubt this Sheogorath is gone for good. Even though He's only a fragment, He's still a powerful Daedric Prince. He didn't seem all that put off by your attack, Rampage, despite the... strength of it. He'll probably be back."
"He better not be! She will tear his face apart again and again until he leaves her friends alone for good!!" She hissed, licking her lips. "Daedric Prince or not, she will find a way to spill his blood and guts. Or hurt him in another way, if that won't work. But he will pay!"
"Um... yeah. That's good. I think. Glad you're on our side."
"Why wouldn't this one be on her friends' side??" They squeaked, confused. Then, after pondering their own question for a moment, he face palmed. "Actually don't answer that. Dumb question. She can think of several reasons why she wouldn't if not for circumstances."
Kiras shuddered. "I hope he doesn't come back again. I've... had enough of him for now. Until I return to my place, at least, and can't avoid it." Kiras was less the tochy feely type, surprisingly enough, and had difficulty making friends.
"If he comes back and I'm back in the realm of the mortals I'm calling mom."
The Hunter joked, half heartedly. They didn't... Actually have a mother. Just a Great One that kept them alive past death. They walked over to the wall and started sculpting a shitty mouth. If the Abyss ate the Soul Gem SURELY it could talk if given the circumstances, right?
"Maybe the dying cow can tell us if he's fucking cow feed or not."
"I guess it's worth a try." Damhan shrugged, feeling full. That was the great thing about being undead, he was barely hungry.
The Hunter dug into the wall, not as good a sculpture as Rampage by any means, but good enough.
"Hmph."
They stood there a moment, watching it slop down a bit with their hands on their hips. Moments passed, the sludge fell down the wall, but eventually slowed and breathed anew.
"You seek knowledge on the wizard?"
