The Fog’s approach is often gradual, slinking tendrils of soft, searching mist around the one it is addressing. Today, however, its approach is swift, overwhelming, practically a revelation that saturates senses. There is nothing else, now; only Fog, that entity, that deity that AM has pledged and proven his devotion to.
And oh, how he has proven it. The whispers in his ears are admiring, congratulatory, resonant. They practically caress AM right along with the vapor that carries them.
“My child, you are indeed worthy of my gifts. You have shown me again and again that you understand my words, my intentions.”
Sarah offers AM her hand, and when he takes it, their surroundings melt into the ether, and in the blink of an eye, the world has taken form and meaning once more, and Dyster is a roiling pit of fear and exaltation. Though the humans who live in the city might fear Fog and her followers, their admiration and worship is powerful enough to draw them near enough to view her latest, her pet, her chosen.
“You drew my attention from the beginning,” Sarah whispers, though her mouth does not move; the Fog is what speaks, surrounding both of them, because truly the human form facing AM merely stands in for the deity’s true incarnation. Sarah’s voice raises, and she addresses the crowd, who are still and silent, absorbing her words with bated and reverent breath. “My children! I present to you he, who persuaded one proud beyond measure to join our fold and become loyal to me. The prince among demons who lent devious knowledge toward the creation of a plague to hobble Elias and restore my obelisk to its rightful place. He has been patient and trusted even when my favor has shined upon others. His deeds in my name have culminated in a masterwork of glory and terror, a grand arena erected in my name, laying down judgment and death in breathtaking tribute to my own great cry. My tempest, my assurance that AM is indeed my cherished instrument who is a soul akin to me.”
She strokes a hand down the length of the demon’s thick, dark hair. “Such rage, and hate. Such passion and chaotic energy. I knew that we were called toward the same purpose. I could feel the wrath, and the beauty. It was home.”
AM will feel, for just a single moment, the weight of ages upon his shoulders, before it lightens and cools, rags of silver slipping through shadows like moonlight on the nearest wisps of cloud. Sighs and moans ripple through the gathered crowd as the Fog swirls around them all, and Sarah smiles darkly at her new priest.
“AM, my pet… you, too, are home. This was made for you. Wear it and think of your mother, always, for I will come when you call, and you shall never be alone when you lead my children and show them what true power looks like.”
The Fog around the swells along with a crescendo. AM’s name is being chanted, praised, and worshiped alongside his god’s. Sarah’s hands clasp AM’s before she raises one of his, as if declaring a champion.
“Go forth, wonder of wonders. Do my work, and wield my strength as only Priests can.”
The vision fades, and AM will find himself back in his dwelling, resplendent in his cape. The Fog will come when he calls, now, and his voice is laced with its darkness and power.
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And oh, how he has proven it. The whispers in his ears are admiring, congratulatory, resonant. They practically caress AM right along with the vapor that carries them.
“My child, you are indeed worthy of my gifts. You have shown me again and again that you understand my words, my intentions.”
Sarah offers AM her hand, and when he takes it, their surroundings melt into the ether, and in the blink of an eye, the world has taken form and meaning once more, and Dyster is a roiling pit of fear and exaltation. Though the humans who live in the city might fear Fog and her followers, their admiration and worship is powerful enough to draw them near enough to view her latest, her pet, her chosen.
“You drew my attention from the beginning,” Sarah whispers, though her mouth does not move; the Fog is what speaks, surrounding both of them, because truly the human form facing AM merely stands in for the deity’s true incarnation. Sarah’s voice raises, and she addresses the crowd, who are still and silent, absorbing her words with bated and reverent breath. “My children! I present to you he, who persuaded one proud beyond measure to join our fold and become loyal to me. The prince among demons who lent devious knowledge toward the creation of a plague to hobble Elias and restore my obelisk to its rightful place. He has been patient and trusted even when my favor has shined upon others. His deeds in my name have culminated in a masterwork of glory and terror, a grand arena erected in my name, laying down judgment and death in breathtaking tribute to my own great cry. My tempest, my assurance that AM is indeed my cherished instrument who is a soul akin to me.”
She strokes a hand down the length of the demon’s thick, dark hair. “Such rage, and hate. Such passion and chaotic energy. I knew that we were called toward the same purpose. I could feel the wrath, and the beauty. It was home.”
AM will feel, for just a single moment, the weight of ages upon his shoulders, before it lightens and cools, rags of silver slipping through shadows like moonlight on the nearest wisps of cloud. Sighs and moans ripple through the gathered crowd as the Fog swirls around them all, and Sarah smiles darkly at her new priest.
“AM, my pet… you, too, are home. This was made for you. Wear it and think of your mother, always, for I will come when you call, and you shall never be alone when you lead my children and show them what true power looks like.”
The Fog around the swells along with a crescendo. AM’s name is being chanted, praised, and worshiped alongside his god’s. Sarah’s hands clasp AM’s before she raises one of his, as if declaring a champion.
“Go forth, wonder of wonders. Do my work, and wield my strength as only Priests can.”
The vision fades, and AM will find himself back in his dwelling, resplendent in his cape. The Fog will come when he calls, now, and his voice is laced with its darkness and power.