Another comes, not Gabriel, nor the two women... And I feel I should know him, but I do not. I am given clarity, in small measure. The one who put out my eyes is a traitor...
He tells me I have been garbed in the robes of this foul church, and that he no longer wants me to wear them. Knowing now how I appear, neither do I. I stand slowly, rest my head against the wall, freeing my hand to search for whatever keeps this flag of lies displayed upon my broken body. I cannot find it, although I scrabble for it, become frustrated. Desperate to be rid of Nerullite garb, I ask for help. I hear a low growl.
"Such a task should be a simple thing for a mind so rumoured to be as keen as any blade. I offer my assistance to thee... I shall burn them from thy flesh. REMOVE THEM!"
I feel the flames lick over me, and my skin grows hot, too hot. I cry out, for the flames are close, but I cannot see them. I tear wildly at the robes as they are torn by this hot blade, and soon enough, they have fallen away, and I have fallen to the floor. The heat is replaced with a sudden rush of cold and I tremble. I am struck by something hard, wooden, across my abdomen. Crawl, he says, crawl, and I do...
[There is numbness, darkness, as though her mind has been submerged and she hears threats, still sharp, but as though she is underwater.]
THOU ART IN THE PRESENCE OF THY ETERNAL DEATH!
THY WORKS IN LIFE ARE FOR NOUGHT!
THY FORM WITHERS INTO DUST!
[She cries out in dumb terror, choking on her tears, her mind wreathed with dark, twisting magics that almost impossibly darken the pitch black of her world. She curls up, wretched, a shadow of herself. The voice is both more distant, yet still loud and soul-shaking.]
BASK IN THY DARKNESS AS THY IGNORANCE EMBRACES THEE AS SURELY AS ANY MIDNIGHT GLOOM!
[She does not speak, despite her efforts. Broken by fear, she can do nothing but make incoherent noises of paralysed terror. She traces her gleaming metal thumb over her skin, jabbing at the smooth expanse in utter confusion. A rhythm begins, a staff against stone, a tap at first, scraping at the walls of her mind. Gradually, it grows louder, and her discomfort grows, until soon, there is banging, and the staff is dragged noisily over the bars with an ear-splitting cry. She retreats into her cell, her arm over her head as she cries in terror. More terrifying words come, and her mind flares.]
Many limbs.... twisting, writhing from a larger, snake-like body, gargantuan in size, and it... pounces upon me, emitting a soul-wrenching sound, draws close so close so close!
LET ME WAKE!
[She murmurs, her lips reluctant to bear the strain of parting. Her voice is strained, weak, as she trembles. The voice comes again, softer now, but still so sinister.]
Welcome to the beginning of thy eternity.
[Smothered in this despair, the day passes thus.]
--
[There is a cold that comes like thousands of little knives, and a stench, muted, but familiar; the bucket of ice water and blood is emptied over her pale, unclothed form.]
Thou have no place in which thou might hide from me.
[The voice utters incantations, and he delves inside the detective's head. Hope is pushed to the lowest, darkest parts of her mind, and despair, dark and thick, is dragged up from its gutters. She crumples, feeling heavy. Her mind is filled with doubt, and names she loves are sharpened with an edge of distrust. The voice continues to assail her, and she is duped into believing her cell to have no floor, to be a pit without bottom. She clings to her thin bench in morbid fright, and the day passes thus.]
--
[The tapping comes again, and she sobs, for she knows what that noise heralds. Her ears are soon filled with shouts and lies, lies which take a tentative hold, a thread of them like a tapeworm threading about her head, sowing seeds of discord in her mind. His words echo, strengthened by magics, around her mind, and the day passes thus.]