Post by The Waffle King on Jan 31, 2006 12:04:04 GMT -5
The starless void of a night sky acted as a container for the oppressive fog that twined its way through the decaying buildings, allowing the dim lights to create fuzzy cones of dirty light. The usual shuffle of misshapen limbs still presented itself in the "otherworld", but a larger than normal amount of activity was taking place inside the shopping mall. The interior of the mall was just as dank as the exterior, chipping walls and dirty lights. The sound of work was the only thing breaking the silence. Near the center of the mall was a rarely visited place in the normal plain of existence, a small museum dedicated to the history of Midgar. This museum's large display cases would have held odd relics of the past. It was a privately owned museum, really only made with the hope of making a few bucks. But the cases held something very different now. Valtiel stood hunched over a rusty metal table, various scraps of material and tools lay strewn to his left. But to his right was a different story, odd little pieces of flesh and bone grouped in piles. A most curious work bench indeed.
Valtiel patiently continued sewing a pair of tattered crow wings to a faceless infantile form, making sure each stitch was accurately placed and perfectly tightened. He finished with a small, unnoticeable knot and held it up to the light for inspection. He turned it around in his hands and deemed it acceptable. He picked up a skewer with a loop on the end, about one foot in length, and forced it through his creation. He took this to one of the large display cases attached to the wall. Poking the pointed end of the skewer into the back wall, he began to position the stiff little limbs in a very calculated manner. Once he had finished that task, he stepped back to observe his work. An entire scene was being played out inside the case. A lumpen male figure slightly similar to Valtiel lay on a "cloud" of razor wire to the left, its left arm stretched in front of it. To the right was another male figure seemed to be carried by the winged forms towards the one on the left, but this one much more grotesque. It had long, thin beak stapled to the front of it's featureless face. Large skeletal wings protruding from it's back. It too had an outstretched arm, it's right hand reaching out to the other's, their two index fingers almost touching. Above the beaked figure hung the tiny winged beings Valtiel was previously working on. They seemed to be observers to the strange scene going on below them.
Valtiel admired his finished work for a few moments before a monotone, feminine voice broke his thought.
Fallen: "What are you doing?"
Valtiel lowered his head and sighed. "...I'm working."
Fallen: "What purpose does this serve us?"
He again sighed. "One that you wouldn't understand."
There was a slight pause in the recesses of Valtiel's mind, only to be broken again by the voice.
Fallen observed the piece through her host's senses. "What does this depict?"
Valtiel: "The creation of the first."
Fallen: "First of what?"
Valtiel: "Well, that really depends..." He smirked to himself.
There was another awkward silence as Valtiel lifted his head again. "Your rather talkative today, any particular reason for that?"
Fallen: "....There is something I'd like you to do."
Valtiel: "Oh? Is there?"
Fallen: "Something greater than anything you've done before. Something...that will allow all other's to see your...work."
Valtiel shut the doors of the display case and turned toward the door. He walked out of the museum and headed for the nearest exit as Fallen explained her plan. Something in her words sparked Valtiel's interest, he picked up his pace. He flung open the doors of the mall and stepped into the street. The street lamps around him flickered as he gazed at the endless void above.
Fallen: "But we must bide our time, too many forces may interfere. I shall call upon you when the time is right."
Valtiel answered her with a renewed fire in his soul. "And I await the command eagerly. Let us show this scum called humanity what true fear is."
He stalked off into the dark recesses of the otherworld to perfect the plan.
Valtiel patiently continued sewing a pair of tattered crow wings to a faceless infantile form, making sure each stitch was accurately placed and perfectly tightened. He finished with a small, unnoticeable knot and held it up to the light for inspection. He turned it around in his hands and deemed it acceptable. He picked up a skewer with a loop on the end, about one foot in length, and forced it through his creation. He took this to one of the large display cases attached to the wall. Poking the pointed end of the skewer into the back wall, he began to position the stiff little limbs in a very calculated manner. Once he had finished that task, he stepped back to observe his work. An entire scene was being played out inside the case. A lumpen male figure slightly similar to Valtiel lay on a "cloud" of razor wire to the left, its left arm stretched in front of it. To the right was another male figure seemed to be carried by the winged forms towards the one on the left, but this one much more grotesque. It had long, thin beak stapled to the front of it's featureless face. Large skeletal wings protruding from it's back. It too had an outstretched arm, it's right hand reaching out to the other's, their two index fingers almost touching. Above the beaked figure hung the tiny winged beings Valtiel was previously working on. They seemed to be observers to the strange scene going on below them.
Valtiel admired his finished work for a few moments before a monotone, feminine voice broke his thought.
Fallen: "What are you doing?"
Valtiel lowered his head and sighed. "...I'm working."
Fallen: "What purpose does this serve us?"
He again sighed. "One that you wouldn't understand."
There was a slight pause in the recesses of Valtiel's mind, only to be broken again by the voice.
Fallen observed the piece through her host's senses. "What does this depict?"
Valtiel: "The creation of the first."
Fallen: "First of what?"
Valtiel: "Well, that really depends..." He smirked to himself.
There was another awkward silence as Valtiel lifted his head again. "Your rather talkative today, any particular reason for that?"
Fallen: "....There is something I'd like you to do."
Valtiel: "Oh? Is there?"
Fallen: "Something greater than anything you've done before. Something...that will allow all other's to see your...work."
Valtiel shut the doors of the display case and turned toward the door. He walked out of the museum and headed for the nearest exit as Fallen explained her plan. Something in her words sparked Valtiel's interest, he picked up his pace. He flung open the doors of the mall and stepped into the street. The street lamps around him flickered as he gazed at the endless void above.
Fallen: "But we must bide our time, too many forces may interfere. I shall call upon you when the time is right."
Valtiel answered her with a renewed fire in his soul. "And I await the command eagerly. Let us show this scum called humanity what true fear is."
He stalked off into the dark recesses of the otherworld to perfect the plan.
