03-10-2008, 03:18 AM
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indent Things always fell into place. Deus ex machina, as it was. She smiled; a smile of an angel, a smile of a woman who had led cities to ruin and men to the grave. They always passed into dust. It would be no different for this man, though she would not call him that. He was barely alive, even though he was walking not far from her. He had no soul—she could see that as clearly as the scars on his body. The darkness that coiled and hounded him at night was a darkness she alone could destroy. Had she known of his other, she would have welcomed him with open arms. Everything would be all right.
indent It always was. “Are you all right?” Her voice was a croon, soft but not weak, commanding in its own right. Her eyes remained on his face, as if trying to see into his very soul. Perhaps she could.
indent Things always fell into place. Deus ex machina, as it was. She smiled; a smile of an angel, a smile of a woman who had led cities to ruin and men to the grave. They always passed into dust. It would be no different for this man, though she would not call him that. He was barely alive, even though he was walking not far from her. He had no soul—she could see that as clearly as the scars on his body. The darkness that coiled and hounded him at night was a darkness she alone could destroy. Had she known of his other, she would have welcomed him with open arms. Everything would be all right.
indent It always was. “Are you all right?” Her voice was a croon, soft but not weak, commanding in its own right. Her eyes remained on his face, as if trying to see into his very soul. Perhaps she could.