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Uh...ficlet?
So, this is a little mini...midquel to Off-Alignment. It has no title because I got the idea for this little scene in the middle of the dungeon and I really want to get back to the game. Warning for, uh...I guess there aren't any warnings?
It was Mastema’s first encounter with a warp. In the angels’ base in the land of illusion, the warp maze had been set up after he’d made himself comfortable in the central room, and he had left for the land of origins through a direct phase shift after Maya had died and the sector’s semi-physical fabric had stabilized.
It was an odd, dizzying sensation as all senses were cut off for a terrifying moment. But Mastema didn’t mind the disconnection, the moment where he couldn’t feel bound to the man who fought against the angels. That feeling, that terrible feeling of belonging to your enemy was the first to return when the warp deposited them at its destination, and then the other senses returned. The sight of the primordial magma rolling gently under the soft blanket of light that felt divine no matter what one claimed “divine” meant. The smell of raw life, all around. The sound of the magma rocking softly against the rock they normally walked on.
…Rock that they were not standing on.
“What the hell?” Davis exclaimed. “What the fucking hell!? Dropping us on an invisible path like that…!”
“Calm yourself, Jack,” Thor said. “Your Demonica shall warn you should you begin to stray from solid ground.”
“I know that!” With an exasperated sound, he whirled and poked Mastema forcefully in the chest. “You. You’ll catch me if I fall off, got it?”
Mastema stared at Davis, nonplussed. Did he have a fear of falling? “I…will not have a choice but to heed your words.” And it was true. The Demonica wouldn’t permit him to not follow orders.
“Good. Let’s get moving.”
It was Mastema’s first encounter with a warp. In the angels’ base in the land of illusion, the warp maze had been set up after he’d made himself comfortable in the central room, and he had left for the land of origins through a direct phase shift after Maya had died and the sector’s semi-physical fabric had stabilized.
It was an odd, dizzying sensation as all senses were cut off for a terrifying moment. But Mastema didn’t mind the disconnection, the moment where he couldn’t feel bound to the man who fought against the angels. That feeling, that terrible feeling of belonging to your enemy was the first to return when the warp deposited them at its destination, and then the other senses returned. The sight of the primordial magma rolling gently under the soft blanket of light that felt divine no matter what one claimed “divine” meant. The smell of raw life, all around. The sound of the magma rocking softly against the rock they normally walked on.
…Rock that they were not standing on.
“What the hell?” Davis exclaimed. “What the fucking hell!? Dropping us on an invisible path like that…!”
“Calm yourself, Jack,” Thor said. “Your Demonica shall warn you should you begin to stray from solid ground.”
“I know that!” With an exasperated sound, he whirled and poked Mastema forcefully in the chest. “You. You’ll catch me if I fall off, got it?”
Mastema stared at Davis, nonplussed. Did he have a fear of falling? “I…will not have a choice but to heed your words.” And it was true. The Demonica wouldn’t permit him to not follow orders.
“Good. Let’s get moving.”