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Post by Demetrius on Sept 8, 2020 21:16:26 GMT
Demetrius felt like he was hit by a ton of bricks. He looked down at his hands, and the blood they were covered in. The strangers knew something, as if they could see right through him, right through to his destiny.
"It has to be for something," he said meekly. "All of this horribleness I can cause. What's the point if not for something greater? I can't just be an anomaly, there has to be a reason why I am the way that I am." He sounded more like he was pleading than anything else, saying out load the thoughts that had polluted the dark recesses of his mind.
He regained his composure, his confidence lapsing only for a moment. Looking to the people before him, he growled, "Who are you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 8, 2020 21:28:16 GMT
“You think the ability to cause pain makes you special?” The woman actually laughed. “A common cut purse can hurt someone as badly as you, can take what they hold precious.” The man seemed disappointed.
“Truly, Lady Zenobia, I expected more. Estos’s judgement wanes by the century.” He seemed to consider Demetrius’s plea. “We are the Initiates of the Green Flame,” he said. “Here to point you in the right direction, the proper direction. To bring the world to the state in which it truly belongs, was meant to from the beginning. “My name is Xenophon.” He waved a hand and the pair sat on a divan apparently made out of solid shadows. “You wish to learn the truth if yourself?” He asked. “What will you do if you don’t like the answer? Cry?”
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 9, 2020 0:26:02 GMT
"I'm tired of not knowing," Demetrius said coldly. "I've been running my whole life, watching the darkness over my shoulder as it chases me. However, for the first time, I'm stopping and looking forward instead of back. And do you know what I see?" He appeared as though he was suffering through swallowing some horribly uncomfortable. "Just more darkness."
"I want to know the truth," he confirmed finally, "Good or bad. Only then will I know where I stand."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 9, 2020 4:15:46 GMT
Zenobia chuckled and Xenophon remained expressionless. “It’s a small man who removes all light and has the gall to blame the darkness. There’s no such thing as darkness, little Mist Baby. Just an absence of light. You are a small man. A pathetic one. Wield the powers that have subjugated earth and complain that you don’t hVe a daddy. But we know who your parents are,” she assured him. “If you want to make your mark in this world you have work to do. Your power derives from our god Estos. Whether you use it to spread his will across everywhere life exists or whether you use it to turn it around and conquer his other followers’ lands is entirely up to you. But,” she raised a finger, “your descension is inevitable. You will fall one day as does all life. You can bargain, beg, plead with fate, but we have seen it in our visions. There is no world where you re anything but a puppet for your...god.”
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 10, 2020 0:46:04 GMT
Demetrius shuddered at the barrage of insults flung his way. He had spent his life trapped behind bars, fed regular meals, put to bed at regular times, and forced to live a life orchestrated by others; he never truly had a chance to grow up. He wanted to shout, tell the two before him that he wasn't a boy, wasn't a baby, but the words caught in his throat at the mention of his parents. "You what..?" He forced out in a dry voice, before being cut off again. Thoughts raced through his mind as he listened to Zenobia and Xenophon, questions he needed answered. Who was Estos? His descention into what? What the fuck was going on with him?
He focused himself, trying to sort out the bits and pieces of information they had scattered at his feet. "What god would need me to carry out their will? What kind of work am I supposed to be doing? It seems like there should have been some signs along the way... something to guide me on my path instead of being locked away in the horrid place for most of my life."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 1:22:18 GMT
Zenobia tossed her hair back over her shoulders like a runway model and grinned. “You need guidance? Go back to where it began,” she said. “Go to Lake Arawn in the great Misty wastes.” She looked around Xenophon. “One of us can go with you when you decide to go. You have a great deed that must be performed. Lake Arawn has what will give you purpose,” she promised.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 10, 2020 1:40:52 GMT
"And if I don't do this 'Great Deed'? Will Estos leave me be, let me live a normal life?," he ask, half expecting the answer.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 3:30:43 GMT
“You’re the one who came crying to us for guidance,” Xenophon said. “We didn’t come to you and your little girlfriend. If you don’t go to Lake Arawn then you’ll die in forty years doing this exact same thing, because the truth is you want to be told what to do. You don’t want to take the risk of thinking for yourself.”
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 10, 2020 7:10:18 GMT
"Fuck you, and fuck your god," Demetrius exclaimed with a poignant finger, before turning and storming back up the stairs. He tried to tell himself that he would ignore Xenophon and Zenobia, rejecting his darker inclinations, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself. The rest of his life would be spent not knowing, an existence he couldn't stomach the thought of. Before he'd even reached the front door he'd made the decision to go to Lake Arawn.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 15:04:33 GMT
The back alley is dark and quiet, and by the tome he has left the warren of connected tenements other transients are already preparing to move right in.
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