10-09-2013, 04:03 PM
Many times in life, Armande yearned for the ability to read one's thoughts. As Aria said, it is hard to explain what one feels. While broad, abstract sensations of oppression, threat, and force were understood, the question of others' emotions were alien concepts to him. So he satiated his mind of all aggression and focused on the necessity of this single task: Aria.
His eyes followed the trail of her fingers across the page. Before she truly fell into the bliss of the past, he came alongside her. The child's head barely reached his chest, and he forced himself to remember her as a sharp tool in the dark, a responsibility she was born to become, rather than as an autonomous consultant.
She began, and the chill wash of trepidation emulsified the pitch of detestation poisoning the back of his throat. He remained calm, what with the two clashing emotions battling for supremacy in his mind. What remained was clear understanding and razor sharp focus. This document mapped the signs for the End of Days, otherwise known as the End Times. The apocalypse was on the horizon.
He knew exactly what he needed to do.
He drew Aria away from the document. For now he let it remain where it was until he could properly store it once more. Hopefully, should he meet Mr. Smith, he could share some of the symbols and markings Aria correlated with specific emotions, such as slain and Destroyer, and the two could collectively draw from their own knowledge for parallel sources, especially this one glyph that seemed to give Aria the most trouble.
In the meantime, he had a society to lead.
And he intended to start with Aria.
He clasped his hands behind his back, "Ms. Piccolo, you are aware about our prophecies of Apollyon, whom the Jews called Abaddon. The symbol of eternity," he gestured at the ouroboros, "slain. Apollyon shall slay time itself. The gods have returned. This we all know. Remember that Apollyon is one such god. His reign will destroy all we know. Time itself." he urged, eyes glowing with chained ferocity. That MUST be what the document implied: Apollyon will slay the ouroboros and herald the end of days. A bone-chilling interpretation.
He did not wish to press her too far too soon, however. Therefore, a gesture and she was dismissed from the Regus' presence.
His eyes followed the trail of her fingers across the page. Before she truly fell into the bliss of the past, he came alongside her. The child's head barely reached his chest, and he forced himself to remember her as a sharp tool in the dark, a responsibility she was born to become, rather than as an autonomous consultant.
She began, and the chill wash of trepidation emulsified the pitch of detestation poisoning the back of his throat. He remained calm, what with the two clashing emotions battling for supremacy in his mind. What remained was clear understanding and razor sharp focus. This document mapped the signs for the End of Days, otherwise known as the End Times. The apocalypse was on the horizon.
He knew exactly what he needed to do.
He drew Aria away from the document. For now he let it remain where it was until he could properly store it once more. Hopefully, should he meet Mr. Smith, he could share some of the symbols and markings Aria correlated with specific emotions, such as slain and Destroyer, and the two could collectively draw from their own knowledge for parallel sources, especially this one glyph that seemed to give Aria the most trouble.
In the meantime, he had a society to lead.
And he intended to start with Aria.
He clasped his hands behind his back, "Ms. Piccolo, you are aware about our prophecies of Apollyon, whom the Jews called Abaddon. The symbol of eternity," he gestured at the ouroboros, "slain. Apollyon shall slay time itself. The gods have returned. This we all know. Remember that Apollyon is one such god. His reign will destroy all we know. Time itself." he urged, eyes glowing with chained ferocity. That MUST be what the document implied: Apollyon will slay the ouroboros and herald the end of days. A bone-chilling interpretation.
He did not wish to press her too far too soon, however. Therefore, a gesture and she was dismissed from the Regus' presence.