divine absolution

A GAME I LIKE TO PLAY -Spirits- Whispers grew and grew on one another until it sounded like a rhythmic hum, like a beehive after a while where the sounds continued to buzz and buzz until you couldn’t distinguish one from another. Were they talking about you? You and your partner, the two that continued to delve into the darkness of your home, where they thrived in the night among watching the world from above. Making comments about the rivers and the way the darkness continued to fade from their once lovely home of darkness and disasters. “You.” Suddenly all the voices stopped being random sounds, instead the spirits worked together to make their voices project louder. It bounced from the walls, aimed at you, the dark knight that stood alongside a woman cloaked with fire. “You’ve come.” They laugh at you now, as if they were surprised you had come to answer their calls. Oh, if only the two of you knew what they were after. What a surprise it might be. -Magnus Metus- He was not like the surrounding, pervading spirits – adrift, roaming, omniscient and possessive. The fleshy cretin could only stay within his hold, wait, linger, listen, stalk the shadows for someone to chance by, for some lonely, wandering stranger to get far too curious, far too inquisitive. Then it’d be too late – and he’d be full again, bloated with the taste, with the relish, of another creature warming his innards. Opportunities had become rarer and rarer, and without eyes, he hadn’t been able to spot anything else coming adrift. He used his tongue instead, unraveling and extending it out from the aperture of his cavern, gloating over the avaricious pull of others coming nearer; he wouldn’t have to do anything at all. They could stray directly towards his hole, follow the siren calls of the ghosts and their vengeful tactics, none the wiser that he was there, ready to swallow, consume, and devour them whole. So he slunk towards the corners, where the shadows drifted over his form, and crouched, begging for his lost souls to linger within his reach. --- --

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