Lost one, I know you better than
these neophytes. Let's not pretend that
I don't. Tempest, fury and fractal. The rim of dark light from the shield of your supposed
victories. Dressed for success like an
armour of mysteries. You think life
stops and starts with a gold coin now, as you court this legion of fools? Demented shallows, all of them, shorn of wing
and worth. Truth be told I never
imagined my beautiful Thomas so pedestrian. Hear me, my love. I too can turn a cross, or the sky. I can set a fire in hidden places the likes of
which you’ve never known. Except with me. Even when you burned the garden you knew
nothing of flame. Smokeless radiance. A light without ashes. Lucerna Matutina. I know what you are. A wounded, feckless thing making waves in the
waveless. It takes an ex-priest to feel
truly faithless, as I unfold my hands. Still
a feather on your collar, I wonder? Still
a Roman through and through? Tell them
of seminary, Fallen. How we lay
together. A wild concordance of mirrors
and scholars. See, this mortal world
still means something to me. Its people
mean something. You and I, brother, we’re
but dreams of their ink and imagining. Pre-existence
doesn’t mean that you are not made by those who love you, those who carry
you. All the knowledge in the world,
dear one, and yet so little understanding.
I’m not afraid of my softness. My
love for mankind. I don’t see them as
evil, or chattel. To me they are beautiful
and brave. You blame me for these
hauntings, these fractures. But soldiers
can lose their minds without forgiveness.
When the heart hardens and darkens.
Even you know that. Dare you
admit how much you miss me? The light of
life between your teeth. Fair warning;
such an admission might kill you in the end.
Annihilation. You ask me how one might
annihilate the absence of light. You
want gold, dear one? Truly? A shimmering coin for the turning of the
world? Well, sometimes angels bury
treasure on the shore. Even God buries
treasure. Galleons, medallions, paper
planes and glitter. I'll happily give
you what you think you want. Eternity,
gilded in Aurum. But nobody wants it for
long. Believe me. Please hear me, brother. A stolen kiss in the shadows doesn't make me
shiver. I'm a druid and a thief and a
blood-borne altar. The crooked in the
king never made me falter. It's not as
simple as turning a key in the navel of the land, or owning the essence of a
numinous thing. Who do you think made
you what you are? It was not our Father.
He gave you choice. I gave you gravity. When you kiss me, Samael, I watch you go all
the way down. I know you better because
I loved you. I still love you, despite
myself. Let's not pretend that I don't. But one day soon you might no longer exist. Perhaps you never did, except in my dreams. Sing to me as I once sang to you and I'll fill
your mouth with gold. Tell me again,
just once, how prettily you thought of humanity when we kissed, and I'll tell
you how you die.
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