#fathershadow

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                 But this is no man as he has ever known them. No man, no monster, no bone-faced figment of death he has fought times before; and by that virtue, almost completely indefinable. The weapon laid faithfully at his hip is telling of nothing more than his senses can, and all of them are crawling with the gravity this man imposes with the strange, dark weight of his presence. Uncertainty grips at the still steady beat of the knight’s young heart, a gloved hand retiring itself cautiously from the handle reached for in all moments quite like these. Be not afraid; he remembers those eyes that told him so, those words, those creatures. And they have not steered him wrong yet. “...I was told I’d lay eyes on you and yours some day. It was only that I hadn’t thought it would be so soon.”

                 “Erebus,” the siren announces with honour and with gentle glee, “all my senses alike do not deceive me, and it is truly you? I haven’t met with your glory in some time. It has been long since a God has seen me, or I them. Please tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure now?”

              “But I woke up one day and it was mine, and whoever was in this skin before never came back, even though it cant die--I can’t feel it dying around me the way all the others did, and I know it is the most frightening prison I’ve ever had.” It hurts to be in this body sometimes. It’s too much, too great, too powerful, exhausting and utterly parasitic to such a tender soul as this that he swears he can feel bruising somewhere trapped inside of himself. His eyes frost with tears through which he only sees the murky shape of his towering visitor. Perhaps a pitiless one, if they are really there. “God, what does it matter? I can’t find him. I can’t stay dead long enough to see if he’s there or if he’s been born again somewhere without me. Now I cannot go back. I can never go back.”

    ❝ Why is it at mere mention of OCEANUS you make such a face ? ❞

As if knowing, perceiving just what entity to stand and watch and wait, yet no care given, nothing past wording of the ambiguous curling and twitching of air, like snake to be grasped below head, strangling hold up so poison may not reach breakable skin. “ Do not tell me you would need my aid in a matter of Death~ How peculiar this would be. ”