[KQ] What Lies Beneath

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

He flew and he flew and he flew; no closer than when he’d begun, confusion paramount and twisted over his mind, until he ceased. There appeared to be no point in attempting to gain access to whatever mystery or enigma lain beyond the ceiling: perhaps a twist of magic, a rendering ensuring no one would ever know. The Sword left it at that, narrowing his eyes in speculation once more, muffling his irritation, before drifting back down, down, down, over pools and Jyoti’s singing, descending in time for books to fall from the shelf. Ominous? Foreboding? Or something yearning to be searched? Upon landing, he regained his human form, the depths of his feline eyes back and readily apparent, tilting his head at the tome nestled by his feet. The others look just as intriguing, and there was a sound along the vestiges of the pool that caused him to raise his head, a note of cautious yearning to bristle over his vocals towards Amalia; waiting, watching, before his eyes glanced back at the volume closest. Zuriel stood guard, her eyes coasting back and forth over all of them. Deimos bent down to retrieve the opus, lifting it into his hands before returning to his full height, slowly, carefully, reaching along to open it. -- Deimos goes to open the portal book. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate