Title:
Epiphany
Character(s): Hero, Skorm
A/N:
It didn't really turn out like I'd hoped, but here it is anyway.
He had never thought himself to be evil in any way; apathetic—mostly, amoral—somewhat. Evil was a pigeonhole ascribed to any relatively unethical person who adhered to the will of Skorm, and he was neither a stereotype, nor a servant of the dark god. But this did not mean that he would bow to the benignity and absolute benevolence of Avo either… he was just a wandering hero, adorned in dark armor with no other cause than his own.
And yet, reaching Darkwood, he made a detour.
His feet touched the winding pathway and led him to the sepulchral chapel of this evil god, and he stepped up, curiosity guiding him. The acolytes were there, murmuring and chanting. They looked up from the fire to see him enter, dark eyes glittering like jet. A statue of a beast towered over them, mouth agape in a feral snarl.
What was it they were looking for? He looked from one to another, both gazing at him with some knowing look.
"Skorm sees your cause." One acolyte whispered.
"Yes… he knows your cause." The other sighed.
The Hero looked into the fire, and decided rather suddenly that… "Perhaps he is my cause."