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Log: Incomplete
When; June 6th ( night)
Rating; PG-13? (Subject to Change)
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dark_butler Walter, redhorror Red Pyramid
Summary; PH shows Walter how to see guilt
Log;
There is one room at the end of a corridor that is special.
This room has no windows, and only one door.
The walls are sheer, and a red fluid drips at a measured pace down them to make patterns, though the walls themselves extend away infinetly into the darkness above.
A fire burns in a recess of one wall. There is no hearth to hold it, and no mantle to cover it.
On the floor beyond lies a slab of concrete, rebar still hooks from the ragged edges. As though it has been torn from the wall it was once a part of, and left in this room as an afterthought.
It is an island amidst the pooling red fluid on the floor.
Fabric covers the slab, the color of which is not so much black, as an absence of color.
As though the fabric absorbs the meager light within the room.
The Executioner is silent as always, but still as a statue, much like the sword that lay across his seated knees.
...An Air of resigned waiting...
Waiting for the Angel of Death.
Angel of Judgment, Angel of Death
Now, in his failure, he too must be punished.
His one calling, his best gift, was to be denied him.
No one could show the guilty thier sins....not as he could....
But, though it pained him ( for The Executioner was too close to The Judge not to see this) his God had been forced to punish His weapon equally.
....No favoritism in the ranks....
Judgment always finds you.
Rating; PG-13? (Subject to Change)
Characters;
dark_butler Walter, redhorror Red PyramidSummary; PH shows Walter how to see guilt
Log;
There is one room at the end of a corridor that is special.
This room has no windows, and only one door.
The walls are sheer, and a red fluid drips at a measured pace down them to make patterns, though the walls themselves extend away infinetly into the darkness above.
A fire burns in a recess of one wall. There is no hearth to hold it, and no mantle to cover it.
On the floor beyond lies a slab of concrete, rebar still hooks from the ragged edges. As though it has been torn from the wall it was once a part of, and left in this room as an afterthought.
It is an island amidst the pooling red fluid on the floor.
Fabric covers the slab, the color of which is not so much black, as an absence of color.
As though the fabric absorbs the meager light within the room.
The Executioner is silent as always, but still as a statue, much like the sword that lay across his seated knees.
...An Air of resigned waiting...
Waiting for the Angel of Death.
Angel of Judgment, Angel of Death
Now, in his failure, he too must be punished.
His one calling, his best gift, was to be denied him.
No one could show the guilty thier sins....not as he could....
But, though it pained him ( for The Executioner was too close to The Judge not to see this) his God had been forced to punish His weapon equally.
....No favoritism in the ranks....
Judgment always finds you.