On the wings of an angel?
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popcornxgifThe pain of the sword in his gut had been the most severe thing Margulis had ever experienced, far worse than the gash that had left his face scarred on Miltia. The Levi's explosion had been a mercy, heat and pressure killing him much faster than the wound would have. What to expect next, he didn't know. But he didn't fear finding out.
When his senses returned, the world was familiar and gray. It was as if someone had taken the cemetery of Old Miltia's capital and drained every bit of color from it. There were no signs of life, not that he could see at first glance, only the sound of gentle wind and Margulis' own footsteps to break the silence.
"So...this is the afterlife, is it? It's quieter than I would have expected."
Unsettlingly so, really. Though uncomfortable in ordinary social interactions, Margulis was a man used to being surrounded by people and noise. While he appreciated his moments of quiet, they always came with the knowledge that it was on his own terms. His position and his difficulty in expressing himself had isolated him enough on their own, but here he seemed to be alone in the truest sense. But maybe appearances were deceiving...or maybe it was meant to be uncomfortable.
"Perhaps it is fitting, that one such as me would find his soul taken to a place devoid of life..."
When his senses returned, the world was familiar and gray. It was as if someone had taken the cemetery of Old Miltia's capital and drained every bit of color from it. There were no signs of life, not that he could see at first glance, only the sound of gentle wind and Margulis' own footsteps to break the silence.
"So...this is the afterlife, is it? It's quieter than I would have expected."
Unsettlingly so, really. Though uncomfortable in ordinary social interactions, Margulis was a man used to being surrounded by people and noise. While he appreciated his moments of quiet, they always came with the knowledge that it was on his own terms. His position and his difficulty in expressing himself had isolated him enough on their own, but here he seemed to be alone in the truest sense. But maybe appearances were deceiving...or maybe it was meant to be uncomfortable.
"Perhaps it is fitting, that one such as me would find his soul taken to a place devoid of life..."
