Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jun 24, 2023 18:13:45 GMT -5
'You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase..'
A voice soft and pleasing sang through the shadows, and then light flared into being.
A single black robed figure moved through the dust covered room amidst the crypts and tombs. A slender hand moved to drift across one of them, fingers drifting through the thin layer of dust before plucking a few dry petals from the flowers atop it. They were dropped to the marble floor, and the figure soon moved to a simple alcove in the nearby wall. She looked up at the impassive face of the robed angel over it, and then struck a match to light the candles beside it.
Candlelight gleamed across cold metal, and Sinclair Godfrey reached into the shadows to draw forth a familiar metal mask. Her fingers slid across the metal, stroking lightly as she stared into the empty eye sockets before she settled on the marble bench nearby.
‘It is so difficult without you, without your guidance. I look around and all I see is the weight of our failures, all I feel is darkness, and we slide slowly into the Void. For the others it is different, Drake? Drake is Drake, the Empty Hand does what he will. He doesn’t lean on your wisdom, he didn’t feel your words. Carbrey? Carbrey is content to wait.’
Sinclair sighed, and she looked up to stare into the dusty shadows of the tomb.
‘Mormo and Moloch? They obey my will, but I can tell they are lost without you. But all I had was you, GPT is right about that. I am less everyday that you are gone, lost in the shadows of your other self. And I tell myself that you will return, but how long must I wait!’
A hand balled into a fist, her nails digging into her palm as she looked away from the mask again. She shook her head, frowning before she placed her palm against the mask with a sigh.
‘I will have my revenge on our enemies. I will remind them all to fear the wrath of the Scourge, every day that they think they are safe? I will teach them the error of their ways. I will watch and wait for the time to lay Armand low. He thinks he is safe, that you are broken, but Armand doesn’t realize he rides on the back of a wolf. And one day that wolf will grow hungry.’
Her hands slid across the mask, and her eyes drifted again to the statue as she rose.
‘And as for GPT? He thinks he is safe, doesn't he. That he can mock us, that he can insult us. He thinks he is safe. No, no, no, I am still here and I will not tolerate his insolence. I will not tolerate his little jokes and japes at our expense. So he can stand inside that ring beneath the eyes of those filthy rabble in the seats and say whatever he amuses him. Because in front of that same rabble at Legacy? I will destroy him.’
Sinclair gave a smile, an insane grin that slid over her face though it didn’t touch her eyes. Her gaze drifted upwards again, and she shrugged as she looked back to the mask in her hands.
‘Some say that the cracks are already here, but you and I? We know of the cracks, the fault at the heart of all things, the cracks are always here. And they spread slowly don’t they? But it doesn’t matter because all of this is doomed!’
Her head tilted.
‘Just like GPT.’
A shrug.
‘I will continue the Great Work. I will honor the memory of the Scourge, I will do your bidding until you return. And I will make the entire WUK, no, the ENTIRE XHF! The entire XHF suffer for what it’s done to you, to what it’s done to us! I will make them regret every single day that they refused you and your guidance. I will bring them low, I will make their suffering a thing of legend! And GPT? You’re first.’
She settled the mask back into the alcove after placing a single kiss on it’s empty surface, and then she swept back across the crypt. Pausing to draw her hood up as she approached the stairs, and then she paused looking back.
‘See you soon.’
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase..'
A voice soft and pleasing sang through the shadows, and then light flared into being.
A single black robed figure moved through the dust covered room amidst the crypts and tombs. A slender hand moved to drift across one of them, fingers drifting through the thin layer of dust before plucking a few dry petals from the flowers atop it. They were dropped to the marble floor, and the figure soon moved to a simple alcove in the nearby wall. She looked up at the impassive face of the robed angel over it, and then struck a match to light the candles beside it.
Candlelight gleamed across cold metal, and Sinclair Godfrey reached into the shadows to draw forth a familiar metal mask. Her fingers slid across the metal, stroking lightly as she stared into the empty eye sockets before she settled on the marble bench nearby.
‘It is so difficult without you, without your guidance. I look around and all I see is the weight of our failures, all I feel is darkness, and we slide slowly into the Void. For the others it is different, Drake? Drake is Drake, the Empty Hand does what he will. He doesn’t lean on your wisdom, he didn’t feel your words. Carbrey? Carbrey is content to wait.’
Sinclair sighed, and she looked up to stare into the dusty shadows of the tomb.
‘Mormo and Moloch? They obey my will, but I can tell they are lost without you. But all I had was you, GPT is right about that. I am less everyday that you are gone, lost in the shadows of your other self. And I tell myself that you will return, but how long must I wait!’
A hand balled into a fist, her nails digging into her palm as she looked away from the mask again. She shook her head, frowning before she placed her palm against the mask with a sigh.
‘I will have my revenge on our enemies. I will remind them all to fear the wrath of the Scourge, every day that they think they are safe? I will teach them the error of their ways. I will watch and wait for the time to lay Armand low. He thinks he is safe, that you are broken, but Armand doesn’t realize he rides on the back of a wolf. And one day that wolf will grow hungry.’
Her hands slid across the mask, and her eyes drifted again to the statue as she rose.
‘And as for GPT? He thinks he is safe, doesn't he. That he can mock us, that he can insult us. He thinks he is safe. No, no, no, I am still here and I will not tolerate his insolence. I will not tolerate his little jokes and japes at our expense. So he can stand inside that ring beneath the eyes of those filthy rabble in the seats and say whatever he amuses him. Because in front of that same rabble at Legacy? I will destroy him.’
Sinclair gave a smile, an insane grin that slid over her face though it didn’t touch her eyes. Her gaze drifted upwards again, and she shrugged as she looked back to the mask in her hands.
‘Some say that the cracks are already here, but you and I? We know of the cracks, the fault at the heart of all things, the cracks are always here. And they spread slowly don’t they? But it doesn’t matter because all of this is doomed!’
Her head tilted.
‘Just like GPT.’
A shrug.
‘I will continue the Great Work. I will honor the memory of the Scourge, I will do your bidding until you return. And I will make the entire WUK, no, the ENTIRE XHF! The entire XHF suffer for what it’s done to you, to what it’s done to us! I will make them regret every single day that they refused you and your guidance. I will bring them low, I will make their suffering a thing of legend! And GPT? You’re first.’
She settled the mask back into the alcove after placing a single kiss on it’s empty surface, and then she swept back across the crypt. Pausing to draw her hood up as she approached the stairs, and then she paused looking back.
‘See you soon.’
