KIGAKURUTTA'S SHINSŌ QUESTIONS THE DEMIURGE OF ROT : (Something from Shinsō! Was inspired by Purcell's King Arthur aria and I simply love the beauty of your dapper horror thing.)
Among shadows and the incorporeal which wander unperceived, Shinsō’s figure moved with a peculiarly steady gait. For below the dark cloak trailing about her was a corruption of a serpent’s body, stretching and winding beneath the fabric. ❝Thou art of an intriguing aspect.❞ Long had Shinsō’s eyes been rendered sightless, yet all which bore even the merest essence would appear as vague figures to her senses, colourless and distinct from one another.
Accompanying a faint smile, Shinsō’s hands interlaced before her. ❝What manner of power art thou?❞ ( RANDOM OR UNPROMPTED ASKS. ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! )
She inquires not, What art thou?, which delightfully spares him of the Abyss the inevitable delving into all that is, all that has been, all that shall be & yet may be reshaped, made anew. She inquires, instead, What manner of power art thou?, as though there were a degree of knowing bordering, mayhaps, to kinship. A knowing of, I am more than plenty able to recognize one of similar making as to my own. Hence, I shall spare you the tiresome answer you have, without a trace of doubt, given many a time, all until the sound of your own voice has grown foreign even to your own ears.
Therefore, this invites a smile to pass on his own cadaveric features. Ah, at last, one pleasant interlocutor! Or, at the very least, pleasant enough not to bore him with the meaningless, utterly futile attempts at a lecture on aspects of morality, defiance of what is known as convention and law, desecration of the fragile, yet somehow "holy" equilibrium between life and death. All these matters have long ceased to bear any significance or meaning to him, in the end.
But, alas, to dread the dark is only natural to beings born in the light. The absence of it frightens, as the dark invites one to wander in the unknown. You know where all is placed when you are able to perceive it all, with the invaluable assistance of the light. What happens when the sight is deprived of this so-called wonder? Are you afraid? Are you afraid of not seeing, or not knowing what lies in the dark?
"What a direct inquiry!" Parma notes, more than elated to begin to provide an answer, "Accompanied by an equally intriguing remark. Of an intriguing aspect, you say?" His smile widens, and were he still a living man, perhaps there could be a glimmer of light into those hollow, crimson eyes of his. "I will assume this is merely to sate your curiosity, which I am more than elated to oblige. Never find yourself ashamed of wishing to understand and know that which, upon a first sight, appears unknowable or beyond understanding!"
Perhaps, she needs not his encouragement necessarily. Though, you see, when you wander this world for so long, some aspects of living do become dull and repetitive, tedious, tiresome, utterly devoid of any marvel to the mind that is perpetually starved for renewed seeking of profounder meaning and understanding! Hence, yes, she ought to bare her fangs, bury them properly into his throat, should she so wish! He wonders: would that be more appropriate for a demonstration as to the manner of power he has become?
"I cannot decide in your stead how it could be seen," he of Abyss continues, "To some, it is utterly terrifying, the knowing their conventional weapons cannot slay me. I have withstood the violence of humanity for so long it does not surprise or shock me anymore. Likewise, this vessel of mine is weak no more. I am not hindered by the need of rest or of food or anything else pertaining these matters." Oh, indeed, how that hypothetical light in his eyes would burn! "To some others, it becomes a thing of marvel, wonder, or surprise to even contemplate I am proof of truths that are not lightly sought, found, or embraced: death needs not be this dreadful end to one's life."
"For, you see," he says on, "Life is a fragile thing, and to perpetually live under the awareness of this is, oftentimes, horrifying, unbearable. Despite this, humans have somehow embraced this as absolute truth, all the while fostering the faith that the spirit lives on. Even before the harsh truth of the death of the physical body, there must be something in the person that continues on! And I am the absolute proof that is correct: one death needs not be the end." Alas, he cannot help but sigh. "Though, when I would speak of this, I would often be labeled maniac, madman and some other labels I have not considered necessary to store in my mind."
"Now, do allow me to return your inquiry to you with equal curiosity: what manner of power are you? Have I not spoken enough of myself? It is rude of me to transform our encounter into a selfish request that you become an audience to a monologue given entirely by me. Do forgive my lack of manners in this respect!" His voice is suave, dulcet poison dancing upon the tip of his tongue, "It is, at times, beyond my power to restrain my enthusiasm when met with such an earnest wish of knowing! Oh, before I forget: might I know your name, too?" Shall we unravel the nature of one another together? // @kigakurutta