They took her again, ripped and tore at her soul with their talloned hands. Fifthy words
said in whispers and gutteral promises of dread and pain. The surrounding darkness
looked on as the place without hope, the domain of the lost -attempted to destroy the
very core of the female known as Dag.
But it was said she was one of The Sisterhood and the tall stark figure called Charon knew
that even with a belief system, she would accede to the pool's residents.
Death also looked on and saw the girl's torment, yet the set of her jaw showed she would
not surrender, she would not go under... he admired her for that.
"The one you seek has already succumb to The Pool Of The Doomed's might... he is beyond
our touch now" Charon said evenly and waved a hand over the sea of grasping arms.
"She is alone here" the FerryMan added and moved off to clear his carriage of the latest
The Reaper bowed once to the woman among the clawing limbs and turned to go, sooty-
coloured fingers shrunk away from his robe's hem as it threatened the edge of the terrible
"She will betray you..." Dag called through the twisting-grabbing arms "...she has already
began her plot to take your standing" The exertions from resisting the awful ocean of
Demons made her voice strained and yet Death heard the confidence in the words.
The Reaper halted his pace and turned to hear more.
"...So as you can see, the Weave will set your planet on a similar track as Earth...a time
of industry and then a relapse into a less fertile age" Tibbs sighed and rechecked the
mathmatical scrawl on the Tavern's wall.
Nenothtu sipped from the tin tankard and pretended he could follow the complicated
equations, he pondered on whether to ask the small serious-faced man if the letter 'E'
above his head indicated that he was an Egghead.
Margot stared at the complicated arrangement of letters and numbers without speaking,
being an android didn't necessarily mean that she could compute such an entangled
arrangement of mathmatics.
"Well, it seems to me that everytime we get settled, something comes along to rain
on our parade my dear Tibbs... am ah' right?" Neno growled amiably. The little man
had been less-annoying lately, but it seems he was trying to make up for lost time.
The sudden recollection of what Death had said to him down in the tunnels of Gert's
cabin came to mind and the GunMan's eyes narrowed at the words.
"You will never find peace... you will wander the void looking for your own home,
but it will allude you..."
Tibbs came over to where Nenothtu sat with the red-haired female at the wooden table
and waited for an answer... an agreement to solve the Time Weave.
Neno rasped his chin and said nothing.
The girl with the dirty-blonde hair stood alone in The Pool Of The Doomed, the flailing arms
no longer reached for her due to Death's words of 'leave her' and the terrible moans lowered
to gurgling murmers.
"You may test my patience little girl, so speak your mind and then I will leave you to your
torment" the Reaper growled and watched Dag's eyes for signs of deceit.
There was none.
"Not only does she hold the key to the Casket Of Hope, but she dangles the key to your
heart before you... your bewitchment makes you as blind as your brother" Dag hissed and
twisted her lips in anger. She could see that her words had found their mark, Death raised
his head from his customary stoop and stared into the girl's blue-grey eyes.
"You speak of Pandora, you speak of the one known as Craddock..." Death whispered
"...but your scheme will not succeed, your falsehoods fail to impress me" and Dag reckoned
that somewhere under that night-coloured cowl, he was smiling... smiling weakly.
"You took Adam and used him to commit dubious deeds, did he trick you...?" Dag spoke with
an even tone "...Did he lie to you?" those eyes now offered intelligence and with a wave of
his heavy sleeve, Dag rose from the oily-mire.
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