The Arkûl don’t come down this road, Human. No one does. There’s no one to hear you scream. No one except for me.” - Rachel Vaveran
S.G. NightIt’s difficult to explain…you see, I have met her, and so I know that same powerful aspect in her eyes that Racath saw that night. But it is not easily put into words, not so easily described to someone who hasn’t seen it. It was just…something.
Liken it to meeting a star. You do not know the star, have never spoken to it before, nor have you ever picked it out of the sparkle of its sisters in the night sky. But the star knows you. It has spent your whole life watching you from the sky. You can keep no secrets from it. It knows every thought in your mind, every move you have ever made, every flaw you have hidden, every pain you have felt. Like the millennia it spent before you were born were years in waiting. Waiting for you and only you, like you are what gives it purpose. Like watching over you is the dedication of its entire life. So it knows you better than you know yourself.
And while the star is bright, a twinkling gem that brims with youth and beauty, there is an intangible wisdom to it. It is undeniably experienced. But not old. It may have lived for a thousand of years before you were born, counting every second until you were brought into the world. But, for a star, a thousand years is still very, very young. Young enough to kiss.
That feeling, that meeting with a star, is what pierced Racath’s heart when Nelle looked into his eyes. She was starlight, nightfire on an ebon velvet sky. Rapture.
Look, you don’t have to believe me,” Nelle told him. “Hell, you can even try and resist fate if you want. But God has a plan for you, Racath Thanjel. Fate has a plan for you. Sooner or later your own choices will bring you into that plan.
S.G. NightThat brought Rachel up short. Getting any sort of response out of Notak was hard enough. She could count one hand the times she had ever seen him actually hurt by something. It was like seeing a mountain cry. Something you really didn’t want to see.
S.G. NightDo not try and argue the quality of literature to me,” Notak said, inflectionless. “You will lose.
S.G. NightNo.” The word shattered Felsted’s question like an ugly, stained-glass window. “I chose poison because you deserved it. Because I wanted to watch you wriggle while the fear turns your brain to paste. That fear of death that drove you to the Demons door? I wanted to watch it betray you and eat you from the inside you. This is what comes of people like you, Felsted. I will not abide the folly of your peers’ betrayal. By every drop of blood on my hands, I swear that every single one of you who turned to the Dominion — for power, money, fear, I don’t care — will wither, break, and die. Azrael is coming for you and your friends, Felsted. The angel of death is here.
S.G. NightAn upright spine is more valuable to me than favor.” - Racath Thanjel
S.G. NightGenshwin?” Jax called after him. “A moment, if you please?”
Racath looked back over his shoulder at the Duke.
“I’d like your name, if you’d be so kind.”
Beneath his hood, Racath smirked, then continued toward the tunnel. “I told you,” he called over his shoulder. “My name is Death.
The truth is in your actions. The guilt is in your eyes. You have lived in sin for far too long. Tonight, I come in judgment.” - Racath Thanjel
S.G. NightIf he’d judged Felsted correctly, he was the kind of man who checked all the locks in his house every night. Twice. Probably for fun.
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