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Where has he gone
My dearest son?
Perhaps during the uprising
The cruel enemy killed him
Ah, you bad people
In the name of God, the most Holy,
Tell me, why did you kill
My son?
Gorecki - Symphony 3 (translated third movement)
The ossuary remained quiet long after the Hellion had left. The whole area left with the evidence that one man had bested another. The room was desperately lonely and it was accentuated by the body coldly lying on the second floor. Whatever might come to pass dead eyes from the newly created corpse would not come to see it.
Hellion stood outside in the cold night air with blood dripping from his shoulder only aware of the woman as he turned to take one last glimpse of the ossuary. His footsteps fell heavily on the ground, stones crunching underneath as he regarded her with no real set emotions.
Some might believe that by killing another man you would go to hell. Tru believed this and as he looked at her his head lowered in defeat. She looked like a picture of innocence as she strode forwards and placed a delicate hand on his shoulder near the painful bolt. She had already shown him the origins but what had she planned for him now? He took a step back uncomfortable with her touching him.
In the chapel Shanemah leant over the dead corpse and pulled the hood back. Whatever they believed in did not matter once you were dead. You were the one to be judged or to have slipped to nothing. He hated scientific ideals for if you were truly just a body and the spirit was not considered then would it not be a waste to have spent a life learning?
He looked at the dead man's eyes and nervously closed them. Had the Hellion given him a glimpse of hell? Shanemah leant down and prayed for the dead man even if he did not believe perhaps it was still helpful for his soul. The dark void was present in many beliefs the idea that you could be lost between one world and the next.
Long after the dust of death had settled on the floor the silent screams of dead men passed away continued. The bones of men lie shattered across the earth. One man's crime was added to another's and so forth. One day perhaps there would be a reckoning. Shanemah sighed and walked to the doors. Today it had not come for all. Shutting the door behind him he stepped in to the night sky.
The night sky was a black canvas with stars dotted along it. A universe that might contain more or just be a delicately painted piece of scenery which it's creator felt looked better than some white canvas above or faded out watercolours that led to false promises of delivering more than they could. This night sky, this illusion, was perhaps better on the eye but had left no ending to its tale.
It was here that Tru stood facing the woman who had touched the sinner. He heard the light patter of heavy blood drops on the ground. He watched her with interest but a darkening feeling washed over his heart. He was simply not for her world. He would destroy it. He would bring death and violence to her solemn and serene world. She looked innocent. He would never be that.
She moved to him again and her hand slowly lifted to his shoulder. Tru found he wanted that touch but he was scared of what might happen. The pale fingers might be stained with blood and he felt it was wrong to allow it. His hand stopped hers and she smiled faintly at him. He wasn't sure why.
She raised her other hand to his face before gently waiting for him to drop his other. With this done she put her hand to his wound and pulled her fingers away with the sticky blood and looked at it. She sighed deeply and Tru found that his eyes were welling with tears as she seemed to have such a pained look in her eyes.
"I..."
"Do not be." She said gently and took his hand. "Sorry would mean you regret what you did. Do not regret... the child and you need to be safe." She said as they walked. "What we do is not for higher beings to decide. If we had done wrong they surely should not have allowed it to happen. It was his time as will ours come."
He didn't have words to argue with her and as they stood together she moved to the wound and pressed her hand around it as she pulled the bolt with her other. She dropped the bolt to the ground and watched as the shadows enclosed around it. She then went to her pocket and pulled out a needle and stitch. Again he didn't even comment or protest as she undid his ruined shirt and stitched the wound.
He watched her silently as she put his shirt back together and then smiled. It changed her face to radiant beauty and he leant towards her. For a moment it looked as though he would kiss her. Then she spotted Shanemah and he looked to see what she had seen. When he turned back to her only the heat from her hand was left. She had disappeared.
He looked to Shanemah who came out and began to walk back towards the town. It was going to be a long walk. Tru looked up at the night sky and smirked. He had to finish what he started and get back home but he didn't have to walk all that way without company surely? He slid amongst the shadows and appeared in front of Shanemah.
"Why is it we never just walk?" Tru said to him as Shanemah stood ready for a battle. "We are so engrained in our need to be human yet first chance we have to use those qualities we are found cheating."
"You were the one that appeared in front of me." Shanemah laughed. "I suppose the walk would be good exercise."
"Yes and you will tell me just what you are doing and why." He said as his adjusted the hat on his head. "I don't need you complicating matters any more than they are."
"Well that my dear boy is damned near impossible." He sighed and began to walk. "Since you are already involved it is already complicated. Either way I owe you some explanation I suppose."
"It had better be worth it." He said as he stepped beside him.
My dearest son?
Perhaps during the uprising
The cruel enemy killed him
Ah, you bad people
In the name of God, the most Holy,
Tell me, why did you kill
My son?
Gorecki - Symphony 3 (translated third movement)
The ossuary remained quiet long after the Hellion had left. The whole area left with the evidence that one man had bested another. The room was desperately lonely and it was accentuated by the body coldly lying on the second floor. Whatever might come to pass dead eyes from the newly created corpse would not come to see it.
Hellion stood outside in the cold night air with blood dripping from his shoulder only aware of the woman as he turned to take one last glimpse of the ossuary. His footsteps fell heavily on the ground, stones crunching underneath as he regarded her with no real set emotions.
Some might believe that by killing another man you would go to hell. Tru believed this and as he looked at her his head lowered in defeat. She looked like a picture of innocence as she strode forwards and placed a delicate hand on his shoulder near the painful bolt. She had already shown him the origins but what had she planned for him now? He took a step back uncomfortable with her touching him.
In the chapel Shanemah leant over the dead corpse and pulled the hood back. Whatever they believed in did not matter once you were dead. You were the one to be judged or to have slipped to nothing. He hated scientific ideals for if you were truly just a body and the spirit was not considered then would it not be a waste to have spent a life learning?
He looked at the dead man's eyes and nervously closed them. Had the Hellion given him a glimpse of hell? Shanemah leant down and prayed for the dead man even if he did not believe perhaps it was still helpful for his soul. The dark void was present in many beliefs the idea that you could be lost between one world and the next.
Long after the dust of death had settled on the floor the silent screams of dead men passed away continued. The bones of men lie shattered across the earth. One man's crime was added to another's and so forth. One day perhaps there would be a reckoning. Shanemah sighed and walked to the doors. Today it had not come for all. Shutting the door behind him he stepped in to the night sky.
The night sky was a black canvas with stars dotted along it. A universe that might contain more or just be a delicately painted piece of scenery which it's creator felt looked better than some white canvas above or faded out watercolours that led to false promises of delivering more than they could. This night sky, this illusion, was perhaps better on the eye but had left no ending to its tale.
It was here that Tru stood facing the woman who had touched the sinner. He heard the light patter of heavy blood drops on the ground. He watched her with interest but a darkening feeling washed over his heart. He was simply not for her world. He would destroy it. He would bring death and violence to her solemn and serene world. She looked innocent. He would never be that.
She moved to him again and her hand slowly lifted to his shoulder. Tru found he wanted that touch but he was scared of what might happen. The pale fingers might be stained with blood and he felt it was wrong to allow it. His hand stopped hers and she smiled faintly at him. He wasn't sure why.
She raised her other hand to his face before gently waiting for him to drop his other. With this done she put her hand to his wound and pulled her fingers away with the sticky blood and looked at it. She sighed deeply and Tru found that his eyes were welling with tears as she seemed to have such a pained look in her eyes.
"I..."
"Do not be." She said gently and took his hand. "Sorry would mean you regret what you did. Do not regret... the child and you need to be safe." She said as they walked. "What we do is not for higher beings to decide. If we had done wrong they surely should not have allowed it to happen. It was his time as will ours come."
He didn't have words to argue with her and as they stood together she moved to the wound and pressed her hand around it as she pulled the bolt with her other. She dropped the bolt to the ground and watched as the shadows enclosed around it. She then went to her pocket and pulled out a needle and stitch. Again he didn't even comment or protest as she undid his ruined shirt and stitched the wound.
He watched her silently as she put his shirt back together and then smiled. It changed her face to radiant beauty and he leant towards her. For a moment it looked as though he would kiss her. Then she spotted Shanemah and he looked to see what she had seen. When he turned back to her only the heat from her hand was left. She had disappeared.
He looked to Shanemah who came out and began to walk back towards the town. It was going to be a long walk. Tru looked up at the night sky and smirked. He had to finish what he started and get back home but he didn't have to walk all that way without company surely? He slid amongst the shadows and appeared in front of Shanemah.
"Why is it we never just walk?" Tru said to him as Shanemah stood ready for a battle. "We are so engrained in our need to be human yet first chance we have to use those qualities we are found cheating."
"You were the one that appeared in front of me." Shanemah laughed. "I suppose the walk would be good exercise."
"Yes and you will tell me just what you are doing and why." He said as his adjusted the hat on his head. "I don't need you complicating matters any more than they are."
"Well that my dear boy is damned near impossible." He sighed and began to walk. "Since you are already involved it is already complicated. Either way I owe you some explanation I suppose."
"It had better be worth it." He said as he stepped beside him.
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