The Soul Tyrant (Master is a title no doubt self-appointed, one he does not deserve) is nearly where they left it. The bodies of his victims protected it somewhat from being thrown as far as others.
It's different now, looking at his empty corpse. Truly empty; they dragged what spirit and soul was left in their hunt for Essence quite some time ago. There isn't anything left to destroy but a rotting carcass.
The Void does not share every memory, or every bit remaining of them would be lost in lifetimes in the Abyss or lifetimes in the Wastelands. This is why the Siblings wonder, almost neutrally, who he is.
The Knight doesn't know Lemm is coming. They wouldn't act as they do next if they did.
The one who caused these bodies, the Knight responds. The one who killed them for his own gain. The one who stole them. The one who threw them away to molder in these piles, hidden from the world they deserved to see.
That is who and what the Soul Tyrant is.
The Pale Light was not alone in its cruelty.
A nothing-sound, the Radiance's screaming in inverse, bursts into the world.
The Lord of Shades and all their displeased siblings bloom from a mask subsumed in darkness, staring down, down, down at the corpse with thousand eyes from high above.
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Date: 2022-11-07 08:12 pm (UTC)It's different now, looking at his empty corpse. Truly empty; they dragged what spirit and soul was left in their hunt for Essence quite some time ago. There isn't anything left to destroy but a rotting carcass.
The Void does not share every memory, or every bit remaining of them would be lost in lifetimes in the Abyss or lifetimes in the Wastelands. This is why the Siblings wonder, almost neutrally, who he is.
The Knight doesn't know Lemm is coming. They wouldn't act as they do next if they did.
The one who caused these bodies, the Knight responds. The one who killed them for his own gain. The one who stole them. The one who threw them away to molder in these piles, hidden from the world they deserved to see.
That is who and what the Soul Tyrant is.
The Pale Light was not alone in its cruelty.
A nothing-sound, the Radiance's screaming in inverse, bursts into the world.
The Lord of Shades and all their displeased siblings bloom from a mask subsumed in darkness, staring down, down, down at the corpse with thousand eyes from high above.