Random thoughts after re-reading Nobilis
A sour look crosses the man's face as he turns to regard the only other being in the room with him. "What are the Excrucians, you say? The Children of Harumaph, riding on their dark horses, swinging their swords and taking little bits of what makes us, us?
"I'll tell you what they're not. They're not like us. They exist only to consume. To ravage the Beauty that the Angels send down from the fields of the Heavens, to quell the Corruption that springs forth from the roots of Hell. To take the light, the power, to take everything for themselves, and leave us with nothing.
"Why do they do it? None knows for sure. But I think that there must be a dreadful lack of things outside the Weirding Wall. After all, why struggle so hard to take what is ours, unless they have nothing for themselves?
"Our world is filled with one thing, that they must desire above all else. Outside the Wall, there is only darkness. Infinite blackness, as far as the eye can see. What they want, I think, is Color. Something to bring life to their barren lands. That is why they come to us, to take the Color that radiates from us, and make it their own.
"And that is why I resist them. I may not have the raw power others may, but I do know one thing about fighting. You can't hit what you cannot see. And that is why I am the Power of Colors... should I wish it, no one will ever see me, or the death that awaits them, should they cross my Familia." He pauses for a moment, and smiles. "Or anything else, for that matter. On that note, I leave you now."
Turning his back, the man's form seems to shiver slightly, and then it vanishes entirely, as if he had never been there at all. Until the room begins to fill with a dizzying array of colors, looping and blending together to form shades never seen before, until finally leaping forwards to engulf the poor soul chained to the chair in the center of the room.
And far away, the Shard felt it's Anchor's pain as it's own, knowing that it had failed in it's mission...