The priest watched the boy go, basically running out of the Temple. He had watched as the chaos grew in his eyes and mind and reveled in the sight as it flashed across his face.The choas even became audible as the small Kelvvic attempted to fight the curse raging already inside him. Krytier turned as the boy vanished out of his sight and further into the depths of Ravok, his work was finished here, his mark had been placed. He had no doubt it would succeed.
As Itt escaped the Temple of Rhysol he may feel a sense of relief from removing himself from the place that cause him so much confusion and fear, away from the man with the bright red scar and piercing eyes. He may feel as if he would never set foot in the accursed Temple again. Surely his thoughts would be moving faster than the boy could ever hope to move in his physical life. Different ideas and fear and worries would course through his mind as she turned down the different streets of Ravok. His eyes would meet with those of random strangers on the streets and he would wonder why they were looking directly at him. It seemed as if everyone he passed had their eyes on him.
He heard a whisper, you're next it said, so low Itt might wonder if he was simply imagining the words being spoken. Perhaps Itt would dwell on the whisper, search for its source, or maybe he would shake off the thought and continue on his way. The whisper would not follow, whichever way he decided. It would wash away with the wind behind him, as if it never existed.
It wouldn't be until a good few more chimes later when he would hear another whisper. Only slightly more audible than the last, and spoken in a different voice. The setting would be random and the whisper would be disconnected from any thoughts the Kelvic would have been thinking at the moment. Alone... it would say, just the one word, but Itt's mind would flash images of those he thought of as friends, pictures of his parents walking away from him for the final time.
Then, perhaps a bell after Itt left the Temple of the Black Sun, he would hear one more whisper. This time he knew it was coming from his own mind, as this voice was his own, yet confidant and sure. Ravok is home the voice would say in his own familiar tone, and then it would fall silent.
Curse :
Code credit to Mauriel for original base code.
