What if things suddenly changed?
"Wow.."
"What?"
"This is…stunning."
"Its only a sunset. Nothing amazing about it."
"Your not very deep, are you Blade?"
"…"
"Have you ever actually sat down and stared into the falling sun? Watch the world weave us a tapestry of beauty right in front of your eyes? Watch the once pale sky become stained with ink and the diamonds of Shiva be tossed into this ocean of serenity?"
"Never."
"You should. Its amazing, Blade. Even you couldn't argue with that."
"…Maybe another time."
"…Blade, what is it that your afraid of?…Affection? Life? Love? Pain?…What is it your hiding… "
"what did you do to her?!"
"She is fine, Sera."
"You have been calling me that ever sense you let me out of that hole. My name is Rif. Rif!"
"You will be called what I want you to be called, and cooperate if you want your dear companion to continue living."
Rif grabbed the mans shoulder, spinning him around. "I don't understand this!"
"You wouldn't understand it unless I explain it all, which I will not do." Da'ath turned from Rif and continued down the hall. The silver pony tail bounced with his every step. Rif watched him for a moment, then walked after him. Sedek was right behind, leaving Rif no where to go but with Da'ath.
"Fine. At least tell me who you are." Rif said, falling again into step next to this younger man.
"Da'ath."
Rif waited for him to go on, but this man seemed to ignore and dismiss the odd silence, continuing to walk un-affected at all. The boots of the younger looking man made empty thuds on the wooden floor.
"Why did you bring us here?"
"I need you for something."
"Like what?"
"You shall see."
"See?!" Rif clenched a fist. "See when?!"
Da'ath stopped his walk, in front of a circular door. Like the wall in the room he had been held in, and the walls of this hallway, small orbs were placed into the door for light.
Looking at Rif, Da'ath smiled. "You never were very patient, were you? Once your dear friend awakes I will explain to you what I need you for." With a pale hand, Da'ath gripped the door handle and shoved away from him.
Rif glared at his back as the young looking man walked into the next room. With a shake of his head, Rif looked from him. His eyes widened.
This whole house was the most bizarre of homes he had ever been in. It seemed endless, but obviously wasn't. The ceiling was open all the way to the second story. Pillars lined on both the left and right side of the door. They were carved with care, each with different scenes or people on them. Things were stored in glass cases in the walls, and directly in front of him was a mural. Painted on it was something seeming frightfully familiar to him, but he couldn't grasp what it was.
"Coming?"
Rif blinked, but had little else he could do but follow this man. Follow Da'ath.
"What's that on the wall?"
"Nothing you need to worry about." Da'ath called back, stopping in front of the mural.
Da'aths hands moved slowly over the surface of the mural. Slowly his fingers sunk into the wall, and pieces of it dropped down into slots in the floor. Before to long the picture that had been painted their was missing, and a lit, spiraling stairway was reviled.
"Come. I believe your dear friend may be up and awake now."
Note: As expected, my preaching (( yup, I do practice what I preach)). Go read Riene-Strife 's work.