STORYTELLER - NIGHT - SD???
The inside of STORYTELLER is black in unlight, a grand library of endless parchment and tapestries written in demonic runes. As if in a void, the halls reflect no earthly material, nor does the floor. All that lingers within is a humanoid figure, reading the parchment; THE IMPERFECT lingers, furling its wings and watching the stories pass by its fingertips.
There is a shift; NOTHING and THE ORACLE emerge, appearing slowly near the entrance of the room. The Imperfect's back is turned away, but it is aware of their presence.
The inside of STORYTELLER is black in unlight, a grand library of endless parchment and tapestries written in demonic runes. As if in a void, the halls reflect no earthly material, nor does the floor. All that lingers within is a humanoid figure, reading the parchment; THE IMPERFECT lingers, furling its wings and watching the stories pass by its fingertips.
There is a shift; NOTHING and THE ORACLE emerge, appearing slowly near the entrance of the room. The Imperfect's back is turned away, but it is aware of their presence.
IMPERFECT
Here, I forgot I was dead; alas, welcome to mine domain, my soul. I suppose you have words for me.
ORACLE
That we do. This death-- fundamentally different from mortal death-- is something else. Not enviable, for sure.
NOTHING
It is still a death. How do you feel? Has PURGATORY treated you well, if you linger there?
IMPERFECT
I am well, though time eludes me; I have spent a lot of time doing introspection. Purgatory is but another world I partially inhabit.
ORACLE
It has been a year. If we were to read these stories of yours, would we find methods and plans of revenge?
IMPERFECT
No. The death I earned by your hand was just.
Here, I forgot I was dead; alas, welcome to mine domain, my soul. I suppose you have words for me.
ORACLE
That we do. This death-- fundamentally different from mortal death-- is something else. Not enviable, for sure.
NOTHING
It is still a death. How do you feel? Has PURGATORY treated you well, if you linger there?
IMPERFECT
I am well, though time eludes me; I have spent a lot of time doing introspection. Purgatory is but another world I partially inhabit.
ORACLE
It has been a year. If we were to read these stories of yours, would we find methods and plans of revenge?
IMPERFECT
No. The death I earned by your hand was just.
Nothing brings forth a DEATHLY MEMORY within the Imperfect's mind; words screamed to the skies shortly before its demise, and subsequent imprisonment within its very own soul. It is reciprocated with another parchment covering the exact same memory, revealing the intent of the Imperfect's stories; they are memories, narrative essence that has lingered in eternal captivity.
NOTHING
You were perhaps more correct than you realized when you spoke this. I suspect your FATHER is the same, as is THE FIRST DEATH. However, we wish to make changes to your form. Do you accept?
IMPERFECT
Father is indeed the same as I am, now, and I have been sobered quite thoroughly. The only way I will accept is if you allow me to retain my memory, so I remain as I am while still being able to change.
ORACLE
Would you wish to defy your confinement to this accursed form? To become something greater, something only heard of in foreign mythos?
NOTHING
And to be wholly divorced of your origin, as none remain your kin.
IMPERFECT
... (opening its mouth to speak, remaining silent--)
You were perhaps more correct than you realized when you spoke this. I suspect your FATHER is the same, as is THE FIRST DEATH. However, we wish to make changes to your form. Do you accept?
IMPERFECT
Father is indeed the same as I am, now, and I have been sobered quite thoroughly. The only way I will accept is if you allow me to retain my memory, so I remain as I am while still being able to change.
ORACLE
Would you wish to defy your confinement to this accursed form? To become something greater, something only heard of in foreign mythos?
NOTHING
And to be wholly divorced of your origin, as none remain your kin.
IMPERFECT
... (opening its mouth to speak, remaining silent--)
There is a shift within the Imperfect's being; perhaps a change of heart, or perhaps a heart that no longer remained issuing forth a phantom pain. The figure gazes downwards, before speaking to THE AUTHOR.
ARCHON
Yes.
Yes.