| Blueh |
10-08-2012 09:12 PM |
A mask. A hood. And a nightmare beyond understanding. Elision sat high on the Slender Limb. Prior to the Suit, leader of the Cult. Tonight would be the the opening night. For hundreds, possibly thousands stood below him. Yes, yes. He said He would appear tonight in front of all of them. Anything He said must be true. It just has to be. Gazes of wonder and astonishment spread throughout the crowd. Elision raised his hand; the crowd followed his lead. Cheers and praise towards their hollow master. But to no avail, the crowd began to settle in. As hymns of glory turned into rambunctious screams of anger and resent, the stray sheep began to flock outward. O' why is this happening O' lord? Slender and true! Elision lowered his hand softly in sorrow. As he turned to watch the crowd leave him in pity, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure standing in the distance. Elision gazes at the figure in disbelief. He store back, but without any eyes.
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