Wicked Ways: Genesis

Wicked Ways: Genesis

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Whispers. All that Tareos could hear was the swish of the air, the breathy words, the suspense escalating with every breathey pitch. As the pitches filled the room Tareos found it difficult to breathe and his heart rate began to increase dramatically. "Firstly..." Devonworth clears his throat,"... the son of Katerina Astrea and Llyr Godwine, Tutankhamun Ahura Astrea." The whispers crescendoed, their previous piano turning into a stern mezzo piano, the melody of voices and questions struggling to sustain themselves. "Secondly, the daughter of Ju Won Victorina and Celestinus Victorina, Ophelia Ching Shih Victorina" Somehow the whispers crescendoed even more, increasing to a ferocious forte with every voice part harmonizing upon the words 'Big Three', all increasing their pitch up a half step, clashing with each other, suspending, waiting for their resolution. "And finally..." Tareos takes a deep breath, full of apprehension as the moment he had been waiting for all day was about to arrive. He quickly finishes his sentence. "And finally the daughter of Honestas Olvidar and Vulcan Fideles, Ozwin Olympia Olvidar." As he speaks he locks eyes with Heremides in the back of the room who was smiling brightly in his direction. The choir did seem to fall out, an intense silence filling the room as the two friends exchange smiles and knowing glances. This song had ended. But another one always begins. Only about two seconds after he finished speaking the choir returned at full force, the next movement of this never-ending major work beginning where the last one left off, the sharp fortissimo invaded his eardrums, all voice parts asking in harmony if these children were as wicked as their parents. The only thing that Tareos could say in response was that he hoped they wouldn't be. His voice, however, got buried by the sound.
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