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remain in his possession, along with your soul.”
“You speak much,” said Sorrow finally. “But how much is truth, and how much is empty words from flapping gums?”
Mr Chester growled. He then slid the Prophecies of Noy across the table so that it fell open to the page with the sketch Scarlet thought looked like her. This time the page was covered in post-it notes and messy handwriting. The first memo her eyes fell upon read: The motherless child will become mother to endless light . Another read: Bound is her soul, to a prison of glass, that wreak havoc upon the Earth should it break. Another: Born hastily upon a day of great suffering, to bring about unstoppable strife.
“9/11,” she muttered. “The day I was born. A great day of suffering. ”
Sorrow looked at her with concern, and reached out to touch her arm. “Our actions determine our fate, nothing else.”
Mr Chester was shaking his head. “No, things are already set in motion. Scarlet, The Saint will seek to kill you now that he has the necklace. You will not gain your full powers until your eighteenth birthday, and if you die before then, the world will be safe now that he has your mother’s keepsake. The Aldorian disciples will have failed, and The Oil will need another century, at least, to find a way to force magic back into our reality.”
Scarlet felt tears coming again, but this time they came from anger rather than sadness. “So I should just kill myself, huh? You want me dead?” She clenched her fists, shook her head, and swallowed a lump. She wanted to hold onto the anger because it kept her together, kept away the fear, but it was too much. “I’m just a girl,” she said in a voice broken with emotion. “I don’t want to die.”
Mr Chester didn’t look away from her, even when it appeared to be very difficult for him to maintain eye contact. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, “but you are not just a girl.”
“Nothing is going to hurt you,” Sorrow said forcefully. He seemed angry, and it was projected in his voice. “I am here to protect you”
Mr Chester grunted. “Yes, of course you are here to protect her. Your job is to keep The Spark intact until Scarlet comes of age, or obtain her mother’s necklace and break it, should she die. Your masters seek to dominate the earth and take back what they lost.”
“I serve no one,” he objected, his voice growing ever more forceful. “No one!”
Mr Chester sneered. “I did some research on you, Sorrow—although that’s not your name. Noy named you as Manah . You’re a despair demon, dedicated to torments of the mind.” He turned his focus to Scarlet. “This monster protecting you has spent eternity talking men into vile deeds: turning neighbour against neighbour, son against father. Manah was the fiend that convinced Herod to kill a thousand babes in their mother’s arms— his whispers of paranoia. Of all the wicked creatures to ever walk the earth, this creature before us is the worst. He is a champion of darkness, and he thrives on misery. He is no noble protector, just a confused abomination. Manah seeks to promote the extinction of mankind; he is not good. He is evil. Pure, unrelenting evil.”
Sorrow flinched back in his seat, and his eyes flicked left and right as if he were suddenly lost and afraid. It looked as if some great misery clutched at him, and he held his head in both hands and stooped forwards.
“You’re remembering, aren’t you?” said Mr Chester in a voice full of righteous satisfaction. “Your own mind is telling you that you are a monster. Why deny it further?”
Sorrow closed his eyes and gritted his teeth between words. “I… These are not my memories. You are placing them in my mind. It is you who is evil. Come on, Scarlet, we must leave. I will find those who seek to harm you, and vanquish them.”
Scarlet stood up to go with him, but before she left, she gave Mr Chester a glare. “I was hoping you would help me, but you’re
“You speak much,” said Sorrow finally. “But how much is truth, and how much is empty words from flapping gums?”
Mr Chester growled. He then slid the Prophecies of Noy across the table so that it fell open to the page with the sketch Scarlet thought looked like her. This time the page was covered in post-it notes and messy handwriting. The first memo her eyes fell upon read: The motherless child will become mother to endless light . Another read: Bound is her soul, to a prison of glass, that wreak havoc upon the Earth should it break. Another: Born hastily upon a day of great suffering, to bring about unstoppable strife.
“9/11,” she muttered. “The day I was born. A great day of suffering. ”
Sorrow looked at her with concern, and reached out to touch her arm. “Our actions determine our fate, nothing else.”
Mr Chester was shaking his head. “No, things are already set in motion. Scarlet, The Saint will seek to kill you now that he has the necklace. You will not gain your full powers until your eighteenth birthday, and if you die before then, the world will be safe now that he has your mother’s keepsake. The Aldorian disciples will have failed, and The Oil will need another century, at least, to find a way to force magic back into our reality.”
Scarlet felt tears coming again, but this time they came from anger rather than sadness. “So I should just kill myself, huh? You want me dead?” She clenched her fists, shook her head, and swallowed a lump. She wanted to hold onto the anger because it kept her together, kept away the fear, but it was too much. “I’m just a girl,” she said in a voice broken with emotion. “I don’t want to die.”
Mr Chester didn’t look away from her, even when it appeared to be very difficult for him to maintain eye contact. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, “but you are not just a girl.”
“Nothing is going to hurt you,” Sorrow said forcefully. He seemed angry, and it was projected in his voice. “I am here to protect you”
Mr Chester grunted. “Yes, of course you are here to protect her. Your job is to keep The Spark intact until Scarlet comes of age, or obtain her mother’s necklace and break it, should she die. Your masters seek to dominate the earth and take back what they lost.”
“I serve no one,” he objected, his voice growing ever more forceful. “No one!”
Mr Chester sneered. “I did some research on you, Sorrow—although that’s not your name. Noy named you as Manah . You’re a despair demon, dedicated to torments of the mind.” He turned his focus to Scarlet. “This monster protecting you has spent eternity talking men into vile deeds: turning neighbour against neighbour, son against father. Manah was the fiend that convinced Herod to kill a thousand babes in their mother’s arms— his whispers of paranoia. Of all the wicked creatures to ever walk the earth, this creature before us is the worst. He is a champion of darkness, and he thrives on misery. He is no noble protector, just a confused abomination. Manah seeks to promote the extinction of mankind; he is not good. He is evil. Pure, unrelenting evil.”
Sorrow flinched back in his seat, and his eyes flicked left and right as if he were suddenly lost and afraid. It looked as if some great misery clutched at him, and he held his head in both hands and stooped forwards.
“You’re remembering, aren’t you?” said Mr Chester in a voice full of righteous satisfaction. “Your own mind is telling you that you are a monster. Why deny it further?”
Sorrow closed his eyes and gritted his teeth between words. “I… These are not my memories. You are placing them in my mind. It is you who is evil. Come on, Scarlet, we must leave. I will find those who seek to harm you, and vanquish them.”
Scarlet stood up to go with him, but before she left, she gave Mr Chester a glare. “I was hoping you would help me, but you’re
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