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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.
no subject
These were not lies.
They were not whole truths, either.
He would not fight his god's will for him, and he had discovered an unexpected empathy and forgiveness for the one who had tortured and killed him, but accepting these things and being at peace with them were two different matters.
He was not at peace with all aspects of his life.
Fortunately, for a man who had been molded during a world war, lived his life serving an agency that protected England from the supernatural, and had found that even death held no peace for him, Walter did not expect peace.
It was possible he wouldn't know what to do with it if it found him.
Walter's feelings about the Executioner were mixed. Red Pyramid's actions against him had broken him, but he also understood that he had called Xulchilbara's hand to do as he had done.
If they had some reason to fight now, things would go differently. Walter had little guilt to feed on, and his pain, while there were places where it still spiked deep into his soul, was something he understood and accepted.
But they had no reason to fight. They both did their god's will. They were both monsters who had once been men.
As he walked that long hallway, Walter felt no fear in the forbidding atmosphere. This was his home now. The being that awaited him was part of the family he'd found - not chosen per se, but a newborn did not choose its family, either.
At the end of the hallway, the door, behind the door, his brother.
Walter pushed the door open and beheld the Executioner with new eyes. He was to take something from him. What would he have left when Walter was done?