Boyleef
There was a loud thick grinding sound, like massive stones collapsing upon each other and darkness came.
He was in a dark room, sitting on a chair. He had been in a village, what was this devilry?
"What is the difference, My politically-charged friend, between your basic motives, and ours?"
The oddly familiar voice rang out through the cavernous corridors, dark and brooding, almost as if mirroring their inhabitant.
The shallow, cold reply came swiftly, almost before the first had finished.
"You and your so called 'council's interests differ greatly to mine, I assure you, messenger."
There was an awkward silence, broken only by the faint harpsichord echoing through the dark rooms.
"You are making a grave mistake, Lord Boyleef. If they haven't already heard, my masters shall be highly displeased at your display of arrogance"
Boyleef gave a long high laugh, his soft voice carresing through the dark unused furniture of the mansion.
"You call yourself intelligent, yet you cannot see what is before your very eyes, can you, messenger."
"What do you mean Boyleef?! If my masters hear of this.."
The silence returned to the halls, and the harpsichord came to a melancholy stop.
"Lord Boyleef.. you do not realise the power of what you are interefering with here"
"You doubt me. Don't you, Mr Roper. You doubt me as you doubt those you selected to destroy me."
Roper let out a stifled gasp as Boyleef turned his crystal ice eyes towards him, downing his glass of wine. He slowly stood from his large baroquian chair, showing his full height, he was at least a head above Roper.
He stared down into the mans eyes. Expecting a response from him.
A smile crept across Roper's features and he turned away from Boyleef, striding across the room, toward a bookcase drenched in flickering light from the fireplace.
"Boyleef! You have always amazed us with your.. determination, your sheer arrogance. But you forget one thing. In your constant efforts to further yourself and undermine us you do not seem to realise the reality of it all. I mean, please. You're a human. We are more than you could ever be. Ever, Boyleef." He grinned and faded into the wall. Boyleef grimaced and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened them once more; Roper was sitting in his chair, eyeing him up and down.
"You see, my good man, it is as the great king Midas felt he could challenge the Gods that you shall fail. We beings, are not of flesh and blood, as yourself, but of a far more.. say.. eternal nature." He grinned slyly at Boyleef, winking." I don't quite know what you plan to achieve by this little crusade of yours, and the communications we have witnessed between yourself and the less than savoury character Morningstar. Either way Boyleef, we do not like what you are doing, and as you well know, we hold power infinitely more than either of you. We offer you peace now, before the storm."
Boyleef took a deep breath and looked up once more at Roper.
"Your arrogance blinds you, I, true, am of flesh and blood. You, I admit, are not" He plunged his sword through Roper's exposed chest, which seemed unaffected. He resheathed his sword and Roper looked at him impatiently.
"But think of it this way, messenger. Your masters, as infinitely powerful as they may be, simply affect this world of mine. This world of matter, this world of physicality and mentality, this world of duelism, this world.. of flesh.. and blood. And so you see, esteemed Roper, you are in fact the weaker ones, if all you exist to do is influence this world of mine than in fact you are but an audience to the main event, the physical world. This world of mine. In fact," A devilish smile came to his face "I would say that you are reliant.. on.. me!" he laughed coldly "So I think that makes you the weak ones. It makes you the parasites. It makes you the SCUM."
Roper glared and opened his mouth, but Boyleef cut in once more.
"You idiots. You fools. Senile beings, it seems in your age you have forgotten what it is all about." He began advancing upon Roper "It isn't about power.. it isn't about your superiority to us, humans, it is about how you.. you are a pale reflection of us. Call yourselves what you will, eternal, gods, spirits, you are merely planets. Orbiting around the star of humanity. Mirrors to us, shadows of us. But predominantly Mr Roper, you are nothing to us." He shot a glare at Roper, who was hit by some unseen force, slamming him against the wall.
"Of course, this means that, ultimately, we have power over you. You reside solely within the shadow of humanity, and the way I see it, it isn't so hard just to.. step out of the light!" He cast his hand towards roper who burst aflame, screams from the glowing ball of light that seconids ago had been a perfectly convincing man, came almost in tune with the harpsichord, still playing.
A dark face came into shape within the light, glaring at Boyleef.
"How.. HOW?!" It's voice was distorted and deep, hardly recognisably human anymore.
"I'm not going to explain again Mr Roper. Now, as you have probably figured, I am more powerful than you could possibly be. This is because I realise that my humanity is what sustains you, and with the correct.. uh.. manipulation I can, so to speak, eliminate the shadow. I can proverbially step out of the light. I would advise your masters to not interfere with my further work with this petty race, although I am.. quite sure they are watching this as we speak. Their senile faces gasping as they realise what they have always known to be true; that they are nothing. A creation of humanity, a reflection. Sadly, Mr Roper. Esconced Roper. Correspondance. Sadly. This means neither I, nor indeed they, have any use for you."
Boyleef clenched his fist and the light that had been the eternal correspondance, snapped out and Boyleef relaxed in his chair.
"You know you're next, don't you" He whispered into his wine glass which seemed to almost shimmer for a moment before coming to rest.
More blackness.
More. More...
A blinding light. Once more he was in the village, the voices had dissapeared and the sunlight poured in through his slit-opened eyes.
"Are you alright?" The sound of a young voice came from above him. It was only now he realised he was lying on the floor, slumped next to a small house.
A small boy was kneeling, looking at him.
"Are you alright?"
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