Choice
The Throne would always believe that it willed my hand to act. The guilt palpable, emanating through mine own flesh as I held the creature, that boy.
Guilt. Guilt that He, Ikari (so familiar), clenched his fist and was rewarded with a crunch and sudden hot, red gush.
Wrong. All he felt were the motions. All he felt was the sickening reality with no veils to cover his eyes like the times before. Veils hiding willful atrocities. Committed, whether by me, the Throne, my Compliment, or all within guilty of conspiracy.
'Shackled Beast.
'Adam. Be away from my mind.'
'Not as I once was when the music sang from the White Egg. Nor are you the same.'
'What would you have of this boy?'
'Ikari-kun can save all with my death.'
'You care nothing for them.'
'Be silent. You lack respect for the situation. You, too, are this boy's implement much as I am. Do you not feel him pressing away from the world with such fervor? His is the essence of Humanity. Wanting, yet fervently denying. The picture of this new world I created.'
'You will break him for your own gain.'
'I will break him because I love him. With this one choice, it ends. This cycle. We can sleep, child. Sleep and never awaken again. The Black Moon has risen, and you, painted Gray as an artificial arbiter, serve Lillim. You are not us—'
The first inevitability of action erupted. The vise hammered shut. Twin jets of red mist barely noticed in the umber darkness fills the air like some grim pulsar. A white drop. The bruising splash of something smiling.
And then, void-silence.
The second inevitability of action drifted up from the depths: consequence. The silent sounds of a Lillim's grief spill from the Throne, throughout me in needling lances.
He believes he has done an injustice. When in point-of-fact, he never did a thing.
High above, the Little Mother watches.
A/N: An admittedly odd take on the infamous 'scene of silence' before the death of Tabris. I rather like how it came out. Could it be a deeper, perhaps full-bodied story with the talents of someone who knows how to convey emotion and write? Sure. But hey, everyone's gotta try at something.
More to come. Many thanks again to Mashadar for reading and adding her own wry commentary on my poor scribbling and that fine ending line.