[ Two thousand years has passed, but the events of that night are burned into his memory. His blade had never been meant for her, but because of that… she hadn’t seen how his brother had been consumed, how the darkness spewed throughout the throne room in front of all to see, how the Crystal threw him from the dais. ]
Tell me. [ Somnus replies, voice thin. ] What does one do to those who are tarnished by the Scourge, yet cannot be disposed?
[ A rhetorical question; she knows as well as any of his world that if a daemon cannot be burned, they will continue to reform and spread their corruption across the land. ]
O Oracle, [ The pause is deliberate, holding her title hostage. ] death has kept you ignorant. [ —They were all ignorant in life as well. ]
The Crystal rejected him. [ His gaze remains fixed upon her, unyielding. Somnus lifts his chin, and although he steps no nearer to her, his presence looms. ] You were betrothed to a man of corrupted nature, a reservoir of daemon’s blight.
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Tell me. [ Somnus replies, voice thin. ] What does one do to those who are tarnished by the Scourge, yet cannot be disposed?
[ A rhetorical question; she knows as well as any of his world that if a daemon cannot be burned, they will continue to reform and spread their corruption across the land. ]
O Oracle, [ The pause is deliberate, holding her title hostage. ] death has kept you ignorant. [ —They were all ignorant in life as well. ]
The Crystal rejected him. [ His gaze remains fixed upon her, unyielding. Somnus lifts his chin, and although he steps no nearer to her, his presence looms. ] You were betrothed to a man of corrupted nature, a reservoir of daemon’s blight.