02-18-2016, 06:44 PM
Malthael's vision returned eventually, bringing him to a different scene altogether. A blank white landscape stretched out before him like a blank slate. The potential to be everything, yet being nothing. He fluttered his wings, stretching them a bit. His armored boots struck the ground as he turned around with a sort of grace only an angel could possess.
A fountain lay before him. Immaculately carved out of stone and marble, the structure was obviously a very fine piece of art. The angel approached the waters of the fountain, his wings stretched out behind him. The clear water began to frost over as the Angel approached the liquid. quickly forming into ice. Malthael did not have a face, but his aura was most contemplative. He stretched out an armored gauntlet to tap the surface of the ice, the metal spearing easily through the thin layer of frozen water.
With a flick of his wrist, the ice shattered with the sound of breaking glass.
He let out a deep sigh as he stared at the water. He could feel them, he could hear them. The human souls calling out to him like a haunting melody. He had once heard these voices before, just after the worldstone had been destroyed. He had pursued the Path of Wisdom for all the wrong reasons. But he had learned from his mistakes, and he felt that they would not be made again. He clenched a fist and turned away from the still waters, his wings whipping around him.
His gaze spanned the breadth of this world, his gaze searching for anything... It was faint, but there. A small shape, too far away for any detail to be made out on the structure. Malthael stretched his wings, bunched his legs, and leapt into the air...
A fountain lay before him. Immaculately carved out of stone and marble, the structure was obviously a very fine piece of art. The angel approached the waters of the fountain, his wings stretched out behind him. The clear water began to frost over as the Angel approached the liquid. quickly forming into ice. Malthael did not have a face, but his aura was most contemplative. He stretched out an armored gauntlet to tap the surface of the ice, the metal spearing easily through the thin layer of frozen water.
With a flick of his wrist, the ice shattered with the sound of breaking glass.
He let out a deep sigh as he stared at the water. He could feel them, he could hear them. The human souls calling out to him like a haunting melody. He had once heard these voices before, just after the worldstone had been destroyed. He had pursued the Path of Wisdom for all the wrong reasons. But he had learned from his mistakes, and he felt that they would not be made again. He clenched a fist and turned away from the still waters, his wings whipping around him.
His gaze spanned the breadth of this world, his gaze searching for anything... It was faint, but there. A small shape, too far away for any detail to be made out on the structure. Malthael stretched his wings, bunched his legs, and leapt into the air...
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables