12-01-2011, 01:19 AM
A grin flashed across her face at his words. In that moment one could see the death she brought. Sensing the sudden change canines in the restaurant leaned away. For a moment silent fell as a vision of hell raced through the room. Those who had even a slight spiritual power ran for the door, screaming about demons.
They were wrong, of course. The mask returned, allowing Amy to laugh at his words. He wished for something few could grant. You want to speak with the dead? I suppose that could be arranged, difficult though it may be. Amy had seen death up close and personal. There were few ways that death worked that she didn't understand, and use. She'd held people at the brink of death for days before choosing which she'd allow them to take. Those who died never said anything. Those who lived cursed her, wishing for death.
She didn't hold the power to bring the dead back, but she knew those who had the ability to see those who wandered the earth after their time. Granted, they hated and feared her. It was the one part that Amy had no true control over as they saw her true form. She could break them as she would, but their fear overwhelmed their senses. Many killed themselves to escape. A handful of truly greedy, corrupt ones, had stayed to serve her though. With them she'd learned how to manipulate a dead body and make it take on a semblance of life. It was an act, but one almost none ever saw through. I suppose that could be arranged, for a price. That was a special service, and even for one who had gained her favor it would not be for free.
They were wrong, of course. The mask returned, allowing Amy to laugh at his words. He wished for something few could grant. You want to speak with the dead? I suppose that could be arranged, difficult though it may be. Amy had seen death up close and personal. There were few ways that death worked that she didn't understand, and use. She'd held people at the brink of death for days before choosing which she'd allow them to take. Those who died never said anything. Those who lived cursed her, wishing for death.
She didn't hold the power to bring the dead back, but she knew those who had the ability to see those who wandered the earth after their time. Granted, they hated and feared her. It was the one part that Amy had no true control over as they saw her true form. She could break them as she would, but their fear overwhelmed their senses. Many killed themselves to escape. A handful of truly greedy, corrupt ones, had stayed to serve her though. With them she'd learned how to manipulate a dead body and make it take on a semblance of life. It was an act, but one almost none ever saw through. I suppose that could be arranged, for a price. That was a special service, and even for one who had gained her favor it would not be for free.