[ The normalcy of this is a bit laughable. Lirec could slip through the shadows of the people on this ship and torment them until they cry, until they beg, and still, it would bore him. Much the same as the insanity that grips them now, he pushes through it with an ease that's uncanny. He is the rage inside the darkness of this world and the next, of all others. A forgotten thing that has resided in the depths of Hell with Lucifer in his palm. He is to serve and empower, because that is the agreement they have come to, but here? Here, he is free to do as he pleases, and it pleases him to watch these delicate things suffer.
Which is exactly how he finds Soeki, observing only as he struggles to grasp the reality of his situation. Had Lirec the inclination, he really might have laughed, but there's a heaviness to the way he moves closer that has nothing to do with the madness encompassing the others around them. ]
Why help someone who is just as dead? [ It's like a whisper in his ear, though he's hardly close enough to touch. After all, he is more interested in the potential transaction this would bring, and he's waited millennia for something new. ]
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Which is exactly how he finds Soeki, observing only as he struggles to grasp the reality of his situation. Had Lirec the inclination, he really might have laughed, but there's a heaviness to the way he moves closer that has nothing to do with the madness encompassing the others around them. ]
Why help someone who is just as dead? [ It's like a whisper in his ear, though he's hardly close enough to touch. After all, he is more interested in the potential transaction this would bring, and he's waited millennia for something new. ]