The ocean glistened, reflecting the light of the late morning sun that hung in the clear, blue sky. Â The sounds of dock works talking laughing mixed with the ceaseless drum of hammers and barnacle scrapes.
Atrium sat at the end of a dock, watching the ocean slowly lap against the shore across the bay. Â Her mis-matched eyes shone bright in the light as her fingers idly drummed on the axe she had lain across her lap.Â
The ritual was tonight. This evening the souls of the sacrifices would be drained and used as fuel for her god's birth into this realm to slay all living things.Â
Part of her was eager to lay mortal eyes upon the entity that had bestowed upon her so much. But the other part felt a tinge of. . .something, sadness maybe. Regret. Atrium didn't know. She only knew she had been promised by Oubliette that he would free her and to trust him. And she had discovered she had more faith in his words than those of The voice.
Blasphemy!
Atrium shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. She would wait and see what happened. She could do nothing else. At that moment, Atrium felt as though her life was a scale waiting to be tipping one way or the other. And she hoped it tipped in the way Oubliette had promised.
Atrium looked over at a nearby tower and blinked. Up there were the victims for tonight. Atrium was uncaring about them. Live or die, their souls were Nald'thal's.
Atrium turned back.to the ocean and slowly wrapped her fingers over the axe handle. Â No matter what happened tonight, nothing would be the same for her. One way. Or the other.
Atrium sat at the end of a dock, watching the ocean slowly lap against the shore across the bay. Â Her mis-matched eyes shone bright in the light as her fingers idly drummed on the axe she had lain across her lap.Â
The ritual was tonight. This evening the souls of the sacrifices would be drained and used as fuel for her god's birth into this realm to slay all living things.Â
Part of her was eager to lay mortal eyes upon the entity that had bestowed upon her so much. But the other part felt a tinge of. . .something, sadness maybe. Regret. Atrium didn't know. She only knew she had been promised by Oubliette that he would free her and to trust him. And she had discovered she had more faith in his words than those of The voice.
Blasphemy!
Atrium shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. She would wait and see what happened. She could do nothing else. At that moment, Atrium felt as though her life was a scale waiting to be tipping one way or the other. And she hoped it tipped in the way Oubliette had promised.
Atrium looked over at a nearby tower and blinked. Up there were the victims for tonight. Atrium was uncaring about them. Live or die, their souls were Nald'thal's.
Atrium turned back.to the ocean and slowly wrapped her fingers over the axe handle. Â No matter what happened tonight, nothing would be the same for her. One way. Or the other.
