Blargonaut
Banned
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The rattle of chains woke me. Alarmed with the gravity of time's passing, I arose in defiance. The diner had darkened with the evening light, and my bleary eyes could barely discern the gloom from what monstrous matter that now towered above me, looming.
"You misunderstand," spoke the shape. "For to be destined is to be dead, that is what fate is. Heaven is but the hallowed ground upon which Death drew its line, so do not limit your passage with thoughts of your living there."
"Who are you?" I asked.
"The monstrous matter that towers above you. The shape that speaks and is questioned for it," it said. "I am what you perceive to be character, if character is what you perceive."
In silence, I thanked my drowsiness for having kept me composed, before pressing forth. "But what are you? Are you human? What's your name?" I said.
"Mazre, the shape," it replied. "A meaning means, yet if I am defined by curse of blessing, you would call me cruel indeed."
"So, your name is Mazre?"
"My name is cruel indeed."
"Okay, um. If you don't like that name, should I call you by something else?" I asked it.
"If by something else, you mean not Mazre," it said. "So cruel indeed." It was then that the waiter leapt at it, fangs bared.
"You misunderstand," spoke the shape. "For to be destined is to be dead, that is what fate is. Heaven is but the hallowed ground upon which Death drew its line, so do not limit your passage with thoughts of your living there."
"Who are you?" I asked.
"The monstrous matter that towers above you. The shape that speaks and is questioned for it," it said. "I am what you perceive to be character, if character is what you perceive."
In silence, I thanked my drowsiness for having kept me composed, before pressing forth. "But what are you? Are you human? What's your name?" I said.
"Mazre, the shape," it replied. "A meaning means, yet if I am defined by curse of blessing, you would call me cruel indeed."
"So, your name is Mazre?"
"My name is cruel indeed."
"Okay, um. If you don't like that name, should I call you by something else?" I asked it.
"If by something else, you mean not Mazre," it said. "So cruel indeed." It was then that the waiter leapt at it, fangs bared.