He/Him
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Asexual/panromantic
Servant of the Void
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Dec 15, 2020 19:56:26 GMT
As the golurk landed into the backyard of the bookstore, Jaspar gleefully hopped down and assisted his golem in getting inside. Alecto brought up the valid idea that their poisoners may no longer be knocked out, so to make sure Jaspar slapped them both. They did not stir, which Jaspar took as a good sign. He gave Alecto a thumbs up and the group made their way to the basement.
As Alecto prepared her part, Jaspar retrieved his own ceremonial blade from a nearby desk. It was resting on a display stand, waiting for its time to shine in crimson hues. Jaspar polished the blade a bit with a white cloth before walking to the golurk. He cut down one alien, and allowed Alecto to cut down the other. Jaspar tied his alien to one of the chairs before stepping back, waiting for Alecto to finish her own work.
Jaspar fiddled with the knife in his hand, overflowing with excitement as he waited to begin the ritual. Whenever Alecto finished, he would clap his hands giddily. "Time to shine! I've been waiting for this moment for so long! Places now everyone, places!" Jaspar grabbed two silver goblets from the alter, handing one to Alecto. He ran over to the alien he tied down on the right side, standing at its far left with the knife to its shoulder. As Alecto took her place, Jaspar would look to the golurk. He was performing his own duty of delicately lighting various candles around the basement. It was a good thing they practiced for it, Jaspar imagined the golurk smashing up the candles trying to light them and shuddered at the very notion. When all was ready, Jaspar took on a steely expression and began his memorized reading.
"We are specs in a vast darkness. Like stars in the night sky, we flicker in vain in defiance of our true natures. We are shades, bound to the endless Void. We are born from the Void, and when we die we shall return to it. Oh great shadow of creation, take pity upon these wretches who dared to turn away from your merciful embrace. Rejoice, as they return to whence they came." Jaspar dug the tip of his knife into the alien's shoulder, holding his goblet out to catch the blue blood that trickled down. Not quite the ruby glow the knife expected, but oh well.
He looked to Alecto, who had her own verse to read off before the sacrifice.
alecto rowe
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