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“Far in the distance, I hear a high sound
With it my sorrow, King, is crowned”
Parker stalked through the Centre doors, high heels tapping out a nearly forgotten tune. A tune of power, a tune of loss. A bittersweet song of cold, hardened hearts. Many eyes followed her as she trekked down to a once abandoned office, a sheen of dust relaying the lonely status of the room. She entered and sat in the high-backed desk chair, calculating eyes of blue ice surveying the territory. Eyes that held no emotion, no love for life. Dead eyes.
Behind the eyes of void space, was a mind sharp and ready to work. Or at least a mind trying to convince it’s soul to do so. But the soul wasn’t listening- it was almost won over, bought out. Slipping towards the shadow, to become that which was once hated. The shadow was winning. And before all was lost to the meaningless blackness, the night, the mind had one sorrowful thought. A line that came too late-
“Alas, the bells, ever on they toll
Cursed am I, for I sold my soul.”
A voice not the mind’s own came, and whispered but one question.
“Is this what you wanted, Parker?”
Parker answered, with a silent, final tear.
“No, Jarod. It’s what they wanted.”
Then, all was blackness. The void had come, and bells were clanging loudly in the distant heavens.
