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I'm attaching a claw patch to my hat, right in the center.
Mercenary work sometimes offers not only ideal opportunities to perform at the peak of one's abilities but also all sorts of unusual surprises. In this case, it concerns the company – there were almost no ordinary people in the squad, just children of darkness of all kinds. This is only an advantage – while the dull commoners are obsessed with demons and curses, those like them expand the boundaries of reality, open the door to awareness. Through this door, light and thunder, clangor and screech, rumble and chime will pour – the music of the Nightmare will fill the minds of the living and change them beyond recognition.
When it was his turn to introduce himself to the baron and his company, a mischievous thought flashed through his mind to express himself in his most convenient form right here and now. Although, no, a sudden outburst won't work right now, they have an important business meeting. Okay, then let's just put on a solid appearance.
— Radiel, a luminary of musical art, at your service.
The elf artistically waved his hand, and the lute emitted a short, melodic trill.
Yes, too modest. But nothing, the time of the Nightmare will certainly come. For now, earthly music will do.
The new assignment – could it be deeper than it seems? The baron tries to be pragmatic, building theories where the human factor prevails, driven by fleeting desires. However, considering what Radiel himself could do, the abbess's theory of divine blessing didn't seem so unbelievable as it appeared to the baron. In that case, she could have run away on her own, without the help of any scoundrels. And if so, is she as righteous as the abbess says – that she went to the Temple every day to light candles, but now where is she, has the road of adventure led her to sow divine grace? This may seem like nonsense, but faith can lead to anything, as can its denial. Be that as it may, some time has passed since the last news. Perhaps she is gone altogether, as is that investigator.
However, this is only a couple of months, not years, so if not the missing people themselves, some information about their fate should still be possible to find. And if not, well... Searching for lost girls is not the most interesting task in itself, but it can be a good excuse to go on tour in different cities. In this world, there are so many people whose understanding of music is so narrow and meager that they cannot even imagine motives beyond reason and earthly existence. And that's when he will take the stage, bringing the revelation of the Nightmare with thunder and lightning through his unforgettable rhythms.
Radiel was skeptical about joining Araeli's squad. The magic of the Sisters of Mercy cannot heal the dead. It sews back together a misunderstanding of flesh instead of helping to shed the mortal shell. What's the point of it? Unless for those whose fate has not been touched by the Nightmare, it will surely please them. It will take away pain and suffering, leaving behind an empty, powerless void of worldly form, inextricably accompanying from birth to the last breath. To suppress the nightmare, to return to the trap of an awkward form of life – is that really mercy?
Mercenary work sometimes offers not only ideal opportunities to perform at the peak of one's abilities but also all sorts of unusual surprises. In this case, it concerns the company – there were almost no ordinary people in the squad, just children of darkness of all kinds. This is only an advantage – while the dull commoners are obsessed with demons and curses, those like them expand the boundaries of reality, open the door to awareness. Through this door, light and thunder, clangor and screech, rumble and chime will pour – the music of the Nightmare will fill the minds of the living and change them beyond recognition.
When it was his turn to introduce himself to the baron and his company, a mischievous thought flashed through his mind to express himself in his most convenient form right here and now. Although, no, a sudden outburst won't work right now, they have an important business meeting. Okay, then let's just put on a solid appearance.
— Radiel, a luminary of musical art, at your service.
The elf artistically waved his hand, and the lute emitted a short, melodic trill.
Yes, too modest. But nothing, the time of the Nightmare will certainly come. For now, earthly music will do.
The new assignment – could it be deeper than it seems? The baron tries to be pragmatic, building theories where the human factor prevails, driven by fleeting desires. However, considering what Radiel himself could do, the abbess's theory of divine blessing didn't seem so unbelievable as it appeared to the baron. In that case, she could have run away on her own, without the help of any scoundrels. And if so, is she as righteous as the abbess says – that she went to the Temple every day to light candles, but now where is she, has the road of adventure led her to sow divine grace? This may seem like nonsense, but faith can lead to anything, as can its denial. Be that as it may, some time has passed since the last news. Perhaps she is gone altogether, as is that investigator.
However, this is only a couple of months, not years, so if not the missing people themselves, some information about their fate should still be possible to find. And if not, well... Searching for lost girls is not the most interesting task in itself, but it can be a good excuse to go on tour in different cities. In this world, there are so many people whose understanding of music is so narrow and meager that they cannot even imagine motives beyond reason and earthly existence. And that's when he will take the stage, bringing the revelation of the Nightmare with thunder and lightning through his unforgettable rhythms.
Radiel was skeptical about joining Araeli's squad. The magic of the Sisters of Mercy cannot heal the dead. It sews back together a misunderstanding of flesh instead of helping to shed the mortal shell. What's the point of it? Unless for those whose fate has not been touched by the Nightmare, it will surely please them. It will take away pain and suffering, leaving behind an empty, powerless void of worldly form, inextricably accompanying from birth to the last breath. To suppress the nightmare, to return to the trap of an awkward form of life – is that really mercy?