0.2; voice
[Voice distracted, but with a subtle under current of amusement. There are soft sounds emanating almost imperceptibly in the background of this transmission, the sound of creaking wood, the scuttle of furious rats, the hiss and shriek of soulless things. They swirl together to make a strange hum, but his voice dominates them all.]
The black moon still sees the secrets left buried in the worlds abandoned. She orbits, even here.
[Tapping his painted nails on something now. (Spiders chittering, rain clattering against clay roofing tiles...)]
A blessing in disguise, perhaps. Perhaps death is the only savior from the evils we inflict.
[Demons, spirits, magical entities etc, may feel free to be bothered by the feeling of him probing at them curiously upon their reply.]
The black moon still sees the secrets left buried in the worlds abandoned. She orbits, even here.
[Tapping his painted nails on something now. (Spiders chittering, rain clattering against clay roofing tiles...)]
A blessing in disguise, perhaps. Perhaps death is the only savior from the evils we inflict.
[Demons, spirits, magical entities etc, may feel free to be bothered by the feeling of him probing at them curiously upon their reply.]