[Action Log; Muncest; Private, Unhackable]
[to sit in darkness here]
The shadows around us shift and churn as if underwater; for all I could tell, we are. Magic is so very... ambiguous. I can see its appeal, but I cannot appreciate it. I hail from a world where the laws of science rule with an iron fist, where man is the master of his own destiny. That these people can surrender themselves to a force they do not understand offends my every sensibility. It is not the unknown that disturbs me; it is the impossible.
Perhaps the lighting has been put on for my benefit, and a stirring of amusement slithers through me at the thought. I have felt the grip of Death's cold fingers; I know what awaits me past that shrouded veil. What have I to fear from the dark?
"So." Her voice is lilting, alluring; this is the first time I have heard it out loud. Her eyes gleam like emeralds in the murk. Were I prisoner still to such desires, I am certain I would be drawn to her. "You have found me. How very astute. I was almost certain we'd gotten away with it; you are a credit to your craft. Come to take me in, mmm?"
We both know this is a game, but for the briefest of moments, I nearly answer in the positive. What a fine thing it would be, to see her smirk shatter and her goddess dreams come crashing down around her. What a pleasure to break her, own her. For me to cast aside my own aspirations and resign myself to the same miserable existence as the others- this, I can tell, she has not prepared for.
And why would she? The notion is absurd. I am as much a part of this as she.
Of course not. You know why I'm here.
"Hmm, hmm." She purrs. A seductress, always. Pity she's marked the wrong man. "I really don't. Perhaps you could enlighten me?"
I have no interest in playing games.
"I want to hear you say it."
Very well. You seek destruction, chaos. I seek freedom. I am not alone in this, but unlike my peers, I possess no qualms about the method of delivery. I will not be confined to this place by tethers of morality. Your slaughter will expediate my goals, and you require my assistance. I am here to render it.
To say anything else would be to destroy everything I am. Am I to do so for the sake of these creatures- these indolent sloths devoid of ambition or resistance? Watch; see them surrender with every passing day. Committing themselves to their miserable existences with not even a thought for what lies above their grasp. This is why gods exist: to claim the unobtainable so that mere men will not.
"What a very fascinating man you are." They whisper, the shadows and she. "Or are you a man at all? Perhaps you've been informed, but those from my world are capable of seeing a person's soul."
Yes, I tell her. I know.
"Oh, the souls differ from person to person." Her eyes wander, and for a moment I am lost in memory with her. They rush past me; the lives she's taken, the futures she's snuffed out. Perhaps my own will be among them, soon. But I doubt it. "Strong souls, brave souls, kind souls. Weak souls, cruel souls, foul souls. The appearance of a person's soul directly reflects who they are."
She smiles at me, and though I cannot see them, the fangs are there, laced within a venomous smile. "So when I look at your soul and see nothing, absolutely nothing at all, what do you suppose that means?"
Perhaps I need more fiber in my diet.
Laughter. The world is silent save for the whooping, mad joy of the woman wreathed in blood. She roars.
"If it comes to it," comes the murmur, "perhaps there is a thing or two you could do..."
We speak, long into the night, far from wary eyes. I had forgotten the pleasure of it, and to taste again is a sweet agony. I feel it once more: the intoxicating rush, the power, the glory. I had forgotten how it felt: to cast off the false chains of humanity and plunge headlong, defiant, into the abyss. To sit in darkness here, hatching vain empires; to storm the lofts of heaven, and wage war on the world.
The shadows around us shift and churn as if underwater; for all I could tell, we are. Magic is so very... ambiguous. I can see its appeal, but I cannot appreciate it. I hail from a world where the laws of science rule with an iron fist, where man is the master of his own destiny. That these people can surrender themselves to a force they do not understand offends my every sensibility. It is not the unknown that disturbs me; it is the impossible.
Perhaps the lighting has been put on for my benefit, and a stirring of amusement slithers through me at the thought. I have felt the grip of Death's cold fingers; I know what awaits me past that shrouded veil. What have I to fear from the dark?
"So." Her voice is lilting, alluring; this is the first time I have heard it out loud. Her eyes gleam like emeralds in the murk. Were I prisoner still to such desires, I am certain I would be drawn to her. "You have found me. How very astute. I was almost certain we'd gotten away with it; you are a credit to your craft. Come to take me in, mmm?"
We both know this is a game, but for the briefest of moments, I nearly answer in the positive. What a fine thing it would be, to see her smirk shatter and her goddess dreams come crashing down around her. What a pleasure to break her, own her. For me to cast aside my own aspirations and resign myself to the same miserable existence as the others- this, I can tell, she has not prepared for.
And why would she? The notion is absurd. I am as much a part of this as she.
Of course not. You know why I'm here.
"Hmm, hmm." She purrs. A seductress, always. Pity she's marked the wrong man. "I really don't. Perhaps you could enlighten me?"
I have no interest in playing games.
"I want to hear you say it."
Very well. You seek destruction, chaos. I seek freedom. I am not alone in this, but unlike my peers, I possess no qualms about the method of delivery. I will not be confined to this place by tethers of morality. Your slaughter will expediate my goals, and you require my assistance. I am here to render it.
To say anything else would be to destroy everything I am. Am I to do so for the sake of these creatures- these indolent sloths devoid of ambition or resistance? Watch; see them surrender with every passing day. Committing themselves to their miserable existences with not even a thought for what lies above their grasp. This is why gods exist: to claim the unobtainable so that mere men will not.
"What a very fascinating man you are." They whisper, the shadows and she. "Or are you a man at all? Perhaps you've been informed, but those from my world are capable of seeing a person's soul."
Yes, I tell her. I know.
"Oh, the souls differ from person to person." Her eyes wander, and for a moment I am lost in memory with her. They rush past me; the lives she's taken, the futures she's snuffed out. Perhaps my own will be among them, soon. But I doubt it. "Strong souls, brave souls, kind souls. Weak souls, cruel souls, foul souls. The appearance of a person's soul directly reflects who they are."
She smiles at me, and though I cannot see them, the fangs are there, laced within a venomous smile. "So when I look at your soul and see nothing, absolutely nothing at all, what do you suppose that means?"
Perhaps I need more fiber in my diet.
Laughter. The world is silent save for the whooping, mad joy of the woman wreathed in blood. She roars.
"If it comes to it," comes the murmur, "perhaps there is a thing or two you could do..."
We speak, long into the night, far from wary eyes. I had forgotten the pleasure of it, and to taste again is a sweet agony. I feel it once more: the intoxicating rush, the power, the glory. I had forgotten how it felt: to cast off the false chains of humanity and plunge headlong, defiant, into the abyss. To sit in darkness here, hatching vain empires; to storm the lofts of heaven, and wage war on the world.