Another night in an armchair
Warm, welcoming a darkness was the one which I entered upon that fateful night. It greeted me as if I used to be an old friend who ventured abroad, and returned for a special occasion. I closed the mahogany door behind, telling myself I've done what I had to. The lock clicked, and so I stepped forward toward the armchair which served as my place of rest since this week's start. My robes I cast aside, and I took my common wear. - Believing I would get the chance to take one more stroll before I passed out. Yet as I turned, a blurry shape moved at the edge of my perception. Must say, it was less than an instant in which I turned toward the stalking entity. - Only to witness the horror which crept upon and stalked me throughout all my life.
In that very moment of fright, the clock hit fateful midnight. The hour of the dead commenced.
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Pferd and co. surely does all within their power to not just amuse, but please their customers. The journey was without trouble, and it also spared my from being motion-sick...
Onto the cobble coated cove- The pathway, I stepped, and with slowly taken lazy steps I advanced toward the vantage. The vantage on which the Burg rested stalwart. If only I arrived on time. Sadly enough, neither did I manage to arrive fashionably late. I was simply and most abruptly late, but in time to witness my falling from grace.
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Onto the very wooden boards on which my feet garnered footing, that is where I longed to fall in terror. Perhaps I did fall, yet my person... no hurt did befall. Side by side, then forward and only forth I peered in disbelief. A cold touch crept over to my visage, and suddenly I found my mouth pried open with force. I swear… No. In the armchair, that is where I was. No nightly walk taken, no nightly sermon given. In that very armchair I sat in, staring into the mirror ahead of me. Was I foolish? Was I insane? Hopefully the latter.
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And we were just past midnight; The first quarter; Dawn hasn't struck yet. I remember peering out a window in contemplation.- Never had I been so angry in all my life. Ire... It was more of a feeling of disappointment. Cold ire which induced sorrow, and regret. "Stand." The words fell from my lips with ease, something has taken over me. And they stood. I hate to admit to my anger. I hate to express anything other than benign softness, or a smile.
"Your weapons. Onto the table.- All of them." What did I have in mind? Would they strike me down? Would they... - Pah, no. I wanted to see and hear if they understood the weight of their actions. There was the turning point, my mind slipped. I even counted the steps taken; I walked over there and faced them. With lacklustre, though weighed eyes they peered at me. Then something broke. They admitted. Each and all sin they've done. And I stood there, speechless and unable to take my gaze off of theirs.
And the words. The accursed words I have dared to utter, I beguiled their person, cast my enchantment and… I had never, and will never use such on another of my kin unless told by His Imperial Holiness. But it was a spell of mortal origin, and terror took over their visage as I conveyed it. "What are you?" That is how they asked, shaking a tad. There was no more distance between us. They stared at me, and I stared down at them. They feared me. Me. "What are you?!" Came the question once more, now they took a step back in alarm, distancing themselves from my atrocious existence.- Not to mention that a singular glance unto the very table, filled with weaponry they inclined. For one reason, or perhaps another, I was not afraid of them. I stood my ground, and answered again… The next thing I remember is: Laying on the floor. There may have been a dagger pointed at my forehead, and my mouth was pried wide open. Their hand shook a bit. Primeval fear, I have come to witness. Induced by none other, but myself. I told them what I was, yet they raised the dagger, then eventually struck. My last words were "Spirit protect…" And when my eyelids lifted, the blade simply balanced from one side to another as its point was stuck betwixt the wooden boards. A dull pain rose at the back of my head. I hit it quite when they tackled my.
After I recovered, we spent half an hour, maybe a whole hour with discussions. At last, they stated: "You know my priorities." And I nodded as one by one they began to explain: "Empire, spirit..." this is where I felt that they had nothing left to say, so I intervened. "The third will do just fine for me." They nodded after a while, and so did I.
Even to this day... I contemplate what I am. What my duty is. No matter how clear the answer is, and how it is right ahead of me.
Warm, welcoming a darkness was the one which I entered upon that fateful night. It greeted me as if I used to be an old friend who ventured abroad, and returned for a special occasion. I closed the mahogany door behind, telling myself I've done what I had to. The lock clicked, and so I stepped forward toward the armchair which served as my place of rest since this week's start. My robes I cast aside, and I took my common wear. - Believing I would get the chance to take one more stroll before I passed out. Yet as I turned, a blurry shape moved at the edge of my perception. Must say, it was less than an instant in which I turned toward the stalking entity. - Only to witness the horror which crept upon and stalked me throughout all my life.
In that very moment of fright, the clock hit fateful midnight. The hour of the dead commenced.
-
Pferd and co. surely does all within their power to not just amuse, but please their customers. The journey was without trouble, and it also spared my from being motion-sick...
Onto the cobble coated cove- The pathway, I stepped, and with slowly taken lazy steps I advanced toward the vantage. The vantage on which the Burg rested stalwart. If only I arrived on time. Sadly enough, neither did I manage to arrive fashionably late. I was simply and most abruptly late, but in time to witness my falling from grace.
-
Onto the very wooden boards on which my feet garnered footing, that is where I longed to fall in terror. Perhaps I did fall, yet my person... no hurt did befall. Side by side, then forward and only forth I peered in disbelief. A cold touch crept over to my visage, and suddenly I found my mouth pried open with force. I swear… No. In the armchair, that is where I was. No nightly walk taken, no nightly sermon given. In that very armchair I sat in, staring into the mirror ahead of me. Was I foolish? Was I insane? Hopefully the latter.
-
And we were just past midnight; The first quarter; Dawn hasn't struck yet. I remember peering out a window in contemplation.- Never had I been so angry in all my life. Ire... It was more of a feeling of disappointment. Cold ire which induced sorrow, and regret. "Stand." The words fell from my lips with ease, something has taken over me. And they stood. I hate to admit to my anger. I hate to express anything other than benign softness, or a smile.
"Your weapons. Onto the table.- All of them." What did I have in mind? Would they strike me down? Would they... - Pah, no. I wanted to see and hear if they understood the weight of their actions. There was the turning point, my mind slipped. I even counted the steps taken; I walked over there and faced them. With lacklustre, though weighed eyes they peered at me. Then something broke. They admitted. Each and all sin they've done. And I stood there, speechless and unable to take my gaze off of theirs.
And the words. The accursed words I have dared to utter, I beguiled their person, cast my enchantment and… I had never, and will never use such on another of my kin unless told by His Imperial Holiness. But it was a spell of mortal origin, and terror took over their visage as I conveyed it. "What are you?" That is how they asked, shaking a tad. There was no more distance between us. They stared at me, and I stared down at them. They feared me. Me. "What are you?!" Came the question once more, now they took a step back in alarm, distancing themselves from my atrocious existence.- Not to mention that a singular glance unto the very table, filled with weaponry they inclined. For one reason, or perhaps another, I was not afraid of them. I stood my ground, and answered again… The next thing I remember is: Laying on the floor. There may have been a dagger pointed at my forehead, and my mouth was pried wide open. Their hand shook a bit. Primeval fear, I have come to witness. Induced by none other, but myself. I told them what I was, yet they raised the dagger, then eventually struck. My last words were "Spirit protect…" And when my eyelids lifted, the blade simply balanced from one side to another as its point was stuck betwixt the wooden boards. A dull pain rose at the back of my head. I hit it quite when they tackled my.
After I recovered, we spent half an hour, maybe a whole hour with discussions. At last, they stated: "You know my priorities." And I nodded as one by one they began to explain: "Empire, spirit..." this is where I felt that they had nothing left to say, so I intervened. "The third will do just fine for me." They nodded after a while, and so did I.
Even to this day... I contemplate what I am. What my duty is. No matter how clear the answer is, and how it is right ahead of me.
A monster can dream, can't it now?
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