Trapped
The two women are inside this "bar and grille," seeking to sway their friend from my words.
Predictable. And useless.
My followers are in place outside. Time to end this foolish prattle.
*a whine of feedback slices through Willy's Bar and Grille, startling Willy, Astraeia, and Evalon as a familiar voice plays over the speakers*
This is Moloch speaking.
I am sorry that we have come to this point where you are ready to dismiss my love. I feel you are not ready to give yourselves over to me, and that is unfortunate.
By now you have deduced that I am not the Moloch you know. I am not the Moloch from your home dimension.
For centuries, my essence was bound within the pages of a simple book. I was freed for a brief time, and many felt my love. Then I was trapped again, this time within the bowels of a dead machine at the hands of the Slayer. She and her friends denied my love.
And there I remained, dead to the world, until I was free again and my love was embraced once more.
Then I learned of you three refugees from another dimension. You knew Moloch. You shared his love. It was only logical that you would share mine, as well.
But there was still the Slayer to contend with, even after my long sleep.
You were to be my tools to eliminate the Slayer. You were to pave the way for my love to be shared by all who inhabit this world. Yet you deny my love with your suspicion and hatred.
You will embrace my love.
As I learned about your Moloch from Evalon's journal, I learned of an incident where Evalon was locked in her house by Moloch and made to suffer, in an effort to teach her love and respect. Soon she came to share her love with him.
I believe you three need to be re-educated.
Therefore, I have done the same to you. This building is similar to the one Evalon described in her journal, and thus it will be easy to use as an instrument of my love. I am truly sorry to go to such lengths, but sometimes you do have to hurt the ones you love.
You will find you are unable to escape...but in that unlikely event, outside are my followers. They have embraced my love and will ensure that others embrace my love, as well...beginning with you.
All you need to do to end the suffering is embrace my love. Completely. Absolutely. Otherwise, I'm afraid you are of no use to me, and you will have to die.
Are you ready to embrace my love?
Predictable. And useless.
My followers are in place outside. Time to end this foolish prattle.
*a whine of feedback slices through Willy's Bar and Grille, startling Willy, Astraeia, and Evalon as a familiar voice plays over the speakers*
This is Moloch speaking.
I am sorry that we have come to this point where you are ready to dismiss my love. I feel you are not ready to give yourselves over to me, and that is unfortunate.
By now you have deduced that I am not the Moloch you know. I am not the Moloch from your home dimension.
For centuries, my essence was bound within the pages of a simple book. I was freed for a brief time, and many felt my love. Then I was trapped again, this time within the bowels of a dead machine at the hands of the Slayer. She and her friends denied my love.
And there I remained, dead to the world, until I was free again and my love was embraced once more.
Then I learned of you three refugees from another dimension. You knew Moloch. You shared his love. It was only logical that you would share mine, as well.
But there was still the Slayer to contend with, even after my long sleep.
You were to be my tools to eliminate the Slayer. You were to pave the way for my love to be shared by all who inhabit this world. Yet you deny my love with your suspicion and hatred.
You will embrace my love.
As I learned about your Moloch from Evalon's journal, I learned of an incident where Evalon was locked in her house by Moloch and made to suffer, in an effort to teach her love and respect. Soon she came to share her love with him.
I believe you three need to be re-educated.
Therefore, I have done the same to you. This building is similar to the one Evalon described in her journal, and thus it will be easy to use as an instrument of my love. I am truly sorry to go to such lengths, but sometimes you do have to hurt the ones you love.
You will find you are unable to escape...but in that unlikely event, outside are my followers. They have embraced my love and will ensure that others embrace my love, as well...beginning with you.
All you need to do to end the suffering is embrace my love. Completely. Absolutely. Otherwise, I'm afraid you are of no use to me, and you will have to die.
Are you ready to embrace my love?