Of Stranger Things

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best As Wessex began to speak, the Voice's childlike features curled into something knowing and disapproving. She began to drum her fingers on her cheek thoughtfully, listening with a slight frown. At Wessex's first question, the Voice drops her hand into her lap and lowers her head for a moment considering. "Can it?" The Voice repeats as she looks up. "Almost anything is possible, given enough time to work on it." At first her answer is vague, but Wessex might note that it is less because the god is trying to be mysterious, and more because she is trying to temper her anger. Wessex's next question however makes the youthful face break out into a laugh, and she shakes her head with a wry sort of amusement. "Why? Why would they not want it. You have seen them, or perhaps you didn't? But you felt them, didn't you? Their low intelligence, their hunger and neediness. Their brokenness and unresolved wounded minds. You are a sun in their darkness. Of course they would want to be like you, to want what you have." Curling her lips, the Voice shakes her head slightly. "No, they are not the same entity, though they are the same in other ways." She said with a sigh that is almost sad. Reluctant. Melancholy, perhaps. "I do." The Voice says with an immediate and warm smile. "Not all will survive, but I have no doubts that you will. Once you are within the Spire I will be there to guide you. The demon...it is a tricky thing, broken and miserable. Its death will be a kindness, truly."