TheGatesOfCreation/CutScene2

Voices in Darkness

Two voices in the emptiness between, the void of Elsewhere.

The first, wracked by pain and fear, subservient but (and this is important) free: "My Lord, I... I have progress to report."

The second, filled with hate and rage, arrogant to a degree incomprehsible to mortal minds, "Speak, Insect."

"I have located thr... three of the Keys."

"No More? I Have No Patience For Your Excuses, Creature!"

A scream of absolute agony, "Please, my Lord, please! I can... cannot work any faster without being discovered!"

"Your Continued Existence Depends Upon Your Obedience, Insect. Never Forget That."

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord."

"Continue Your Report."

"Unwitting agents search for the remaining Keys. I will sequester each as soon as it has been found."

"And You Remain Undiscovered?"

"I believe so, my Lord."

"You Believe So?"

Another scream, harsher than before as vocal cords tear from the strain, "Please, my Lord! I tell you only the truth!"

"Explain Yourself."

"Someone may know something, but be unwilling or unable to act and I would never know. The Forbidding Manse keeps its own counsel."

"Your Words Are Well Chosen, Slave."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"You Will Work To Free ME From This Prison With All Haste. I Tire Of MY Incarceration."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Leave ME. Do Not Report Again Until You Are Ready To Open The Seal."

"Thank you, my Lord."

The endless expanse of Elsewhere is black and silent once again.