Sometimes you just don't know what you are doing. For the Disciple, this moment wasn't one. The hallowed hollow blackness of the temple's infinite ceiling seemed to breathe with the increasing beat of the rods pounding on its doors. The song of the choir ebbed and flowed around the vacuum all around. Pulsating through the vacant corridors of the temple. Echoing until its strength dissolved in the impassive walls.
You have to leave.
The words were running amok. Here and there. Down and back again. Jumbling up. Tumbling upon one another.
I do not know.
We will.
Not to fight?
Muddling up thoughts and swirling the black gooey mess inside the hearts with shards of the demon idol's glass eyes.
Have succeeded.
Will remain.
I have heard things.
Anything?
And like a sudden revealation, it was all too clear. The blind hungry blade glistening in the darkened claustrophobic sheath.
"I don't want to."
The old priest's face contorted into a undecipherable smile.
You can't win. Its pointless to keep fighting.
The Disciple could feel those pair of eyes on him.
The shadows looming above him.
The gates before him.
"It is but ultimately your choice. But I caution you once again. You have to leave..."
He was deaf by now. Shaking moments ago. An unassailable tower of rock now.
Is what you believe in, a drug?
A trance of falsity?
Crimson pools rested beside his naked feet. Increasing with every drop trickling down his matted body hair.
Was it inevitable?
Thoughts were bubbling away with the vapours of the burning sour incense. Mute, he trudged towards the source of the thudding sounds. His fists clenching the undrawn sword, he stood there alone. The cavernous depths of the temple breathed slowly.
It was time.
You have to leave.
The words were running amok. Here and there. Down and back again. Jumbling up. Tumbling upon one another.
I do not know.
We will.
Not to fight?
Muddling up thoughts and swirling the black gooey mess inside the hearts with shards of the demon idol's glass eyes.
Have succeeded.
Will remain.
I have heard things.
Anything?
And like a sudden revealation, it was all too clear. The blind hungry blade glistening in the darkened claustrophobic sheath.
"I don't want to."
The old priest's face contorted into a undecipherable smile.
You can't win. Its pointless to keep fighting.
The Disciple could feel those pair of eyes on him.
The shadows looming above him.
The gates before him.
"It is but ultimately your choice. But I caution you once again. You have to leave..."
He was deaf by now. Shaking moments ago. An unassailable tower of rock now.
Is what you believe in, a drug?
A trance of falsity?
Crimson pools rested beside his naked feet. Increasing with every drop trickling down his matted body hair.
Was it inevitable?
Thoughts were bubbling away with the vapours of the burning sour incense. Mute, he trudged towards the source of the thudding sounds. His fists clenching the undrawn sword, he stood there alone. The cavernous depths of the temple breathed slowly.
It was time.