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Phalène worked in a rhythm that was all her own, oblivious to the world around her, the world remade -at least for now- in His Image. She has been His for so long now that the scent of blood and rot barely tickles her nose and the fine mist that hangs in the air is but a whisper. The naive panicked in the streets, crying and worried, but birth was painful and awakening into the light was not supposed to be easy. Let them see how the Dread Father watched their world, let the naive finally feel His presence. They would be better for it, even if they would balk it at first.
Leni's hands scanned over her brushes and she picked a thick one for the first coat, a mixture of iron and strawberries to create a red paint that she used to create the eyes. The liquid dripped like fresh blood down the stone work of the building. It was dark outside and the lantern-light made the scene a picture of grotesque beauty. She added in black and silver, painting wings filled with their prophecies and scripture. Then, at the bottom of the wall, she painted a lantern, glowing gold. "Follow the Light and you'll find Him." The script was flowing, painstaking until a sound behind her made her jump on the last letter and she spun around with a look of fury. No words passed her lips as she turned around and fixed the letters before finally acknowledging the guest. "Well, how does it make you feel?"
