Deimos the Reaper master of nothing place
He waited again, a portion of the mountain, a piece of mortal flesh woven into death threads and quietus notes, as she listened, as she took in the genesis of their actions. The beast wasn’t sure to expect anymore – she seemed to tolerate it all, take the notions and information in stride, and the tense bridge he’d built around his throat loosened, presuming her noose would come in time to strangle his meaningless endeavors and pursuits. History had unfolded in such cycles and patterns, series and sequences, seasons cavorting and entangling with demonic intervals and persistent waves; vengeance would be sought year after year, for one reason or another. Before the monster could grant her the next chapter, however, she sparked, sizzled, over a particular line – perhaps proud, glad, to hear of her mother’s involvement and plotting with the god of their realm. “Yes,” he granted in his solemn reverie, in answering anything she asked of him, in passing one legend to another; shaping and shifting, sculpting and refining, the last bits and pieces he could hold together. “She did.” However much more than that, he couldn’t say – he only ventured to speak to their deity in times of trouble, trial, or tribulation, or amidst the clamor of a Haruspex. Did she want to know the celestial being too, and all his rancor, all his defiance, all those chords of power? The Reaper’s eyes glanced along his son, because the boy had started that tide of curiosity, had allowed it to flow, and the Lord could understand it, could comprehend the notion of seeking out omniscient creatures and cretins, immortals who could stand and wallow, puncture and devastate – but he’d seen others of their ilk fall too, down in the valleys of the newfound lands. They’d been bones, skeletons, lifeless just like the rest of the mere peasants, and he wondered if any God should be revered, if they could be so easily torn apart. He’d let them decide where they stood amongst the stars, the heavens, and hell – if either child would fixate their loyalty to one element or beast, if they would bow their heads to sparks, to flames, to darkness, or to the earth. |
[this post took far too long for something so bad omg forgive me.]
@Själ