[He falls quiet on the topic. There is a faint, almost a phantom like, pain tingling on his left arm. The burnt injury reminding Richard of its presence once again. The skin was slowly healing underneath the securing cloth, but Richard knew that it would never truly go away. Pain would remain along with the markings, hindering his movements forever. But what was the lesson to be learned from the act of self-mutilation? And to who? A sacrifice to the crown. Warning to his enemies as he allowed himself to resemble the demon everyone claimed him to be. All while his other half would link the divinity to his body and name. Such a foul play.
A lesson in fear, he supposes. And in deceit. ]
In my world they believe that everything has already been decided. That all we can do is follow God's plan for us and fulfill our roles in His divine play, that is what it means to be human. [Knitting his brows in a frown, Richard stares in the dark depths of abyss in front of him. A door to crust of earth, is it? Pathway to hell.] But even if that is true, what would that mean for monsters?
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Date: 2024-06-02 05:01 pm (UTC)A lesson in fear, he supposes. And in deceit. ]
In my world they believe that everything has already been decided. That all we can do is follow God's plan for us and fulfill our roles in His divine play, that is what it means to be human. [Knitting his brows in a frown, Richard stares in the dark depths of abyss in front of him. A door to crust of earth, is it? Pathway to hell.] But even if that is true, what would that mean for monsters?
After you.