A Fine Black Sky
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
The Cenaculum contained the models of the Old Gods - the symbolic representations of the Creators. Very few ventured there, but every Tower had one. It was considered a place of reflection in these days, when once it had been a place of worship. Only the old, the desperate and the broken came anywhere near them now.
So it was that Kid sat in the darkness under the protective arms of Glwyr, near Vhnybrll on one side and Dynnyr at the other. It was upon the relative nature of time that he contemplated this moment, when a familiar tone danced about the small room, bouncing from the stone and vanquishing the shadows to deeper depths of darkness.
“Don’t you know its dangerous to walk around here alone, in these odious days? Don't you know the creature stalks the halls? Don't you know, the cripples steal your breath?” This last comment drew a strained chuckle from the two cronies Osseus always had with him. Those two Brothers were looking haggard these days, weakened by the continued demands of their master, though independent of spirit, chained to their perceived duty by sense of delivery, hopefully, into a better life to come - when Osseus became Lord - and, MonoGod bless that day, that Osseus would become benevolent.
Osseus Rivalis, however, took advantage yet of his position, through continued victimisation. Kid had learned not to react, however, which only made Osseus more determined, “Scum, look at me when I’m talking. Oh, no! Turn away! Its horrific!” The laughter seemed more strained, lacking any humour at all. Osseus leaned in to Kid’s personal space, until his breath came out in staggered wisps into Kid’s eyes, causing him to blink with every consonant, “You are worth little more than a freak, scum. You shouldn't even be seen in public. You’ll just show up your Brother, you hideous creature, and you should simply hide away in a darkened room somewhere, in order to stop scaring people who have to look at your horrific face. You are nothing, and forever that is how you will remain.”
Kid waited until Osseus had left the Cenaculum before he attempted to wipe away the spittle that lay upon his face and cheeks, catching the tears that had also found their place upon his crackled visage. It still hurt. And the shadows, protectively, gathered once more.
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