Drip, drip, drip
It was almost oppressive; the sound, no, not almost, it was oppressive. If not for the fact that he could feel his heart hammering in his temple, then his world would dissolve into the sound… and what he had to do.
Drip, drip, drip
He could hear the chants too, but only barely; muffled, as if his head was deep underwater. What would his family think? No, why even ask, he knew what they thought. They didn’t believe, they couldn’t accept it. He knew the truth… he knew he was right. No, he didn’t know he was right, but he knew he had to be, he had already taken it too far to be wrong, he had done far, far too much to be wrong. But… what if-
Drip, drip, drip, splash.
His train of thought was interrupted by the change, realizing the cause, he quickly opened his eyes and bowed his head in respect of the disciple, not daring to look up for fear of gazing into it’s haunting jeweled eyes, only allowing himself to view the dark purple of it’s clawed feet, stained red.
Drip, drip, drip, “Say-ble”
Oh how he hated that raw, croaking voice, how it haunted his dreams. At least, when he could actually sleep. Enough of that, the disciple had called to him. He trepidatiously raised his head, intending to raise his gaze but he couldn’t move his eyes from the slick floor. As his head raised to the level of the Sableye’s chest, he found a platter being offered to him. On it, his implement was centered, gleaming despite the cloying darkness. It would be his time soon.
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Drip, drip, drip, “Say-ble-eye”
This was his chance, the culmination of his everything. His previous doubts fled from his mind, there was no choice, not even the illusion of such a thing, he has gone far too deep.
“Oh Arceu–” he stopped himself, that was not his god anymore, Arceus had long since abandoned them. How could such a being even be considered a deity, when far greater creatures existed… not only far greater… far closer… so close he could practically feel the eyes on him.
No! He shook his head, that was just the disciple, the Great One couldn’t be watching him, not him personally, but it would, it would see him soon.
Shrrrk
The sound of the blade dragging across the platter was akin to the sharpening of an executioner’s axe, but at the same time, it would be his salvation. There was no future for humanity. He knew this to be true, and as he accepted that, he stood, a wide smile spread across his darkened visage.
Drip, drip, drip
He stepped to the alter with such a confidence he would have thought inconceivable just yesterday.
He was happy.
Content.
And as his life spilled from his neck, he smiled. Brighter than he ever had, and as the implement clattered to the ground, the next man flinched, soon to have the same revelation, soon to join their god, join him in eternity, it was the only chance. The only chance.
Drip, drip, drip