Praise the Lamb, conduit to great power, promised liberator of the One Who Waits below.
Your destiny is marked lamb, but, In what ways do you want to reach the culmination? Will there be one? Will you be a simple vessel or will you impose what is co...
A reddish-leafed worm let that word slip after lying in bed staring at the ceiling... How long? 15 minutes? 30 minutes? An hour? He couldn’t say for sure; he just knew he woke up and started to dissociate. She stretched a bit and got up, looking at the bandage on her arm and then around the room. A room that had been pretty still ever since Amdusias had been defeated. Not that Valefar minded much; she had never gotten along with her comrade. They had always fought over any reason, and Barbatos had to make sure they didn’t kill each other. The reddish worm left the room and walked through the quiet halls of the temple. At that hour, there were few people around, so he had some time to himself... He went to a room that now belonged to no one, recently vacated, too recent to even touch. It had belonged to two people, both of whom were now gone for different reasons. On one side, reddish tones could be seen, along with some decorative daggers, images, and a bit of jewelry... Valefar looked at one of the photos and picked up a necklace that had the design of a flower with an eye.
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— Agate... I never understood why you liked those flowers. — She put on the necklace as she continued speaking. — But even though I didn’t get it, it was nice to see your smile when I managed to give you one... I always tried to keep them as healthy as possible for when they reached your hands, but they would end up closing their eyes and later withering, just like you did... — She looked at the necklace, now around her neck, and sighed, letting a few tears fall.
He stood there for a few minutes, tears streaming down him cheeks, thinking and reminiscing. However, it wasn’t long before he heard someone’s footsteps approaching the door. She wiped away her tears and quickly tried to pull herself together. She was supposed to be one of the more energetic and confident ones; how could she let herself be seen emotionally vulnerable? When he turned toward the door, he saw the one who had caused the wound on his arm, Barbatos, who looked a little dizzy, two of his four eyes half-closed.
— ... Are you drunk? — The younger warrior asked, unable to help finding some amusement in the older one’s appearance, despite what had happened not too long ago.
— Nah... Just a little hic dizzy... That's all... Agares invited me. — The rocky-looking worm walked into the room, doing his best not to seem too affected by what he had drunk.
— Pfff- What, did you take advantage of the fact that you weren’t the one paying? — She chuckled softly and sat on the bed of the one she had come to remember, lightly swaying her tail to feel the cold fabric of it.
— No, actually... I saw Focalor... We interacted for two seconds... And I couldn’t let that smug son of a bitch hic think he could outdrink hic me. — He walked a bit and sat on the floor, leaning his back against the bed on the opposite side of the room from where Valefar was sitting. —... What hic are you doing here? —
