the VOICE
The walls seem to smile with a dark amusement, the humming intensity of the static in the air only increasing. The pair will feel the hairs on the back of their neck stand, their hearts to beat faster in the presence of such a tremendous electrical upset.
"The likes of you? How nice to hear that you have stayed humble, not-man." The Voice replied, before the weight of the Voice's invisible gaze seemed to fall upon Amalia. "What am I doing here? This is my shrine after all. " She replied cooly, the obsidian depths of the orb somehow darkening and twisting. "And a fiend, Amalia?" The air seems to tut disapprovingly.
"Truly I am no different than your friend here. It is only hypocrisy on your part and the part of the gods you so cherish that has you calling him friend and me fiend.'
"The likes of you? How nice to hear that you have stayed humble, not-man." The Voice replied, before the weight of the Voice's invisible gaze seemed to fall upon Amalia. "What am I doing here? This is my shrine after all. " She replied cooly, the obsidian depths of the orb somehow darkening and twisting. "And a fiend, Amalia?" The air seems to tut disapprovingly.
"Truly I am no different than your friend here. It is only hypocrisy on your part and the part of the gods you so cherish that has you calling him friend and me fiend.'
