11-20-2016, 03:16 PM
When the torchlight entered the cave, Valeriya looked around in wonder. The Eye had seen it before, but it was different to behold with her own eyes. She turned in a slow circle, looking upon the out-cropping of rock that formed an altar in the back. A glass jar was nestled in a crook of the rock and a preserved organ float within.
When she turned back to behold the literal man of her dreams, she found him wary. Perhaps it was reasonable, she thought. Rasputin would not know his rebirth. The Khylsty believed that God took on the flesh of mankind frequently, not just as was told in the tale of the man in Nazareth, where ever that was. Maybe even God didn't know he was God.
Valeriya wondered who she was in her past life. The Eye did not tell her, for she often sought the answer. Maybe it was a sin to think so deeply upon herself, she finally accepted. The visions were not easily controlled. If they were, she would have foreseen this day when all her dreams were going to come true. Such a blessing she laid at the feet of the man before her.
He appeared tired, but strong. What had he endured to come to them? It seemed as though he walked through walls of fire to find them. She would ask sometime, but not now.
Now was his turn to ask questions.
"These are your belongings,"
she gestured at the dusty boxes around them. "You bid us to preserve their contents for your return, and we have kept our vows. It is said we carried them from Above in carts and by the blood and sweat of hooves. We broke our backs to bear them. When one of us fell, another took the burden. They are precious. As you also required, they have been untouched all this time. Only the Eye is allowed in this room. But not even the Eye may touch. They are sacred. This room is the Sacred."
She hungered to know the contents. What was so important to Rasputin that he made the Khylsty save them.
"Rasputin knew blood was to be shed in the Above. That is why he made the Khylsty come Below, to hide us for when we were needed again. You swore that you would return to us, lead us Above, and we would together make war upon the world, cleanse it of sin, and Awaken the unclean. We would purge the world of all sin and filth. We are the Khylsty, your holy weapons. I am the Eye, who sees what I need to see. I am your daughter, the child of the child of the child of Rasputin. His blood runs in me, thus do I have the Eye."
That last was recited as though it was something secret she shared. "The Eyes were to be kept pure and clear for you. Our blood is pure. I am untouched by Radenyi still."
She smiled a secret, proud smile and came to stand before him, peering up into his eyes.
"Take me Above, please. I am your servant."
She pulled his hand to her lips and kissed the knuckles reverently.
When she turned back to behold the literal man of her dreams, she found him wary. Perhaps it was reasonable, she thought. Rasputin would not know his rebirth. The Khylsty believed that God took on the flesh of mankind frequently, not just as was told in the tale of the man in Nazareth, where ever that was. Maybe even God didn't know he was God.
Valeriya wondered who she was in her past life. The Eye did not tell her, for she often sought the answer. Maybe it was a sin to think so deeply upon herself, she finally accepted. The visions were not easily controlled. If they were, she would have foreseen this day when all her dreams were going to come true. Such a blessing she laid at the feet of the man before her.
He appeared tired, but strong. What had he endured to come to them? It seemed as though he walked through walls of fire to find them. She would ask sometime, but not now.
Now was his turn to ask questions.
"These are your belongings,"
she gestured at the dusty boxes around them. "You bid us to preserve their contents for your return, and we have kept our vows. It is said we carried them from Above in carts and by the blood and sweat of hooves. We broke our backs to bear them. When one of us fell, another took the burden. They are precious. As you also required, they have been untouched all this time. Only the Eye is allowed in this room. But not even the Eye may touch. They are sacred. This room is the Sacred."
She hungered to know the contents. What was so important to Rasputin that he made the Khylsty save them.
"Rasputin knew blood was to be shed in the Above. That is why he made the Khylsty come Below, to hide us for when we were needed again. You swore that you would return to us, lead us Above, and we would together make war upon the world, cleanse it of sin, and Awaken the unclean. We would purge the world of all sin and filth. We are the Khylsty, your holy weapons. I am the Eye, who sees what I need to see. I am your daughter, the child of the child of the child of Rasputin. His blood runs in me, thus do I have the Eye."
That last was recited as though it was something secret she shared. "The Eyes were to be kept pure and clear for you. Our blood is pure. I am untouched by Radenyi still."
She smiled a secret, proud smile and came to stand before him, peering up into his eyes.
"Take me Above, please. I am your servant."
She pulled his hand to her lips and kissed the knuckles reverently.
The Eye of the Khylsty