"All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity."
The cacophonous sound filled my head as we entered, but I was assured by Wesley that it was merely the 'Casino' and nothing more. "No," I whispered to him, walking closely to Willow as I had promised her I would do, "that is not it."
The strange shape of the building bothered me. Why would mortals who had no reverence of gods any longer forge a pyramid mimicking one of the great temples of their own existence?
"I wish to play the game of chance," I announced to Willow and Wesley, who both looked at me. "After Cain is dead, naturally." I was impatient, however. He had done much to my own brothers and to Willow - my newfound friend - who I noticed would smile ever now and again to Faith, Wesley's ex-wife.
What an odd, incestuous group this was.
The noise in my head only grew louder in intensity until I had to clasp my hands over my ears to drown it out, stop it somehow... "Lower," I whispered, feeling the pull of the tide sweep my over as the energies drew me closer.
Drew me lower.
And lower we went, all three of us, as I walked first -- clenching my teeth in frustration at the screaming within me but knowing that that was exactly where we needed to be -- our goal, the infinite crisis of our souls coming to a conclusion with each footstep closer, deeper, lower...
"Here."
The energies were strong, pulling, pushing, swirling within me and around me -- around us all -- as I looked at my friends who I both loved... yes, loved. The words from the play Wesley and I had spoke of previously came back to me...
"Beware of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee."
The strange shape of the building bothered me. Why would mortals who had no reverence of gods any longer forge a pyramid mimicking one of the great temples of their own existence?
"I wish to play the game of chance," I announced to Willow and Wesley, who both looked at me. "After Cain is dead, naturally." I was impatient, however. He had done much to my own brothers and to Willow - my newfound friend - who I noticed would smile ever now and again to Faith, Wesley's ex-wife.
What an odd, incestuous group this was.
The noise in my head only grew louder in intensity until I had to clasp my hands over my ears to drown it out, stop it somehow... "Lower," I whispered, feeling the pull of the tide sweep my over as the energies drew me closer.
Drew me lower.
And lower we went, all three of us, as I walked first -- clenching my teeth in frustration at the screaming within me but knowing that that was exactly where we needed to be -- our goal, the infinite crisis of our souls coming to a conclusion with each footstep closer, deeper, lower...
"Here."
The energies were strong, pulling, pushing, swirling within me and around me -- around us all -- as I looked at my friends who I both loved... yes, loved. The words from the play Wesley and I had spoke of previously came back to me...
"Beware of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee."