Doctor Agnusdei
The Good Doctor
A lone figure sat in the pitch black of the room. No outline was visible and the silence was deafening. There was no movement. No shifting of cloth or shuffling of feet. No susurration of breath. The air was still and dead.
Suddenly, a small light flickered it's way through the blackness. The meager glow barely registered in the darkness. Outlines still failed to form and the dark seemed to swallow the light as if ravenous for sustenance. The dim beam shifted, though whether the source or the blackness moved, none could tell. The light began to reflect from something within the room, though the light grew no stronger. Twin orbs slowly began to light up, reflecting the pale, dim, white light off their mirrored surfaces. Were any to look on, it would appear as if some nocturnal creature stalked the dark, waiting and watching, though none knew why.
But the creature knew. It knew exactly what it had come for and why. I came for one thing, and one thing only. The being it sought. For this reason it sat alone in the dark. Waiting. Waiting in a graveyard silence. Waiting for who it sought to arrive. To come to the blackness and find the creature waiting for it. And when it arrived, it would realize. It would realize what was waiting for it and nothing could save it then.
Nothing in the galaxy would save @[member="Joseph Taft"] from the creature that waited oh so patiently, oh so silently, for him to come home.
And when he did come home. When he did open his door to bring light to the black.
He would find only Agnusdei, waiting ever so silently, ever so patiently, for him to come home...
Suddenly, a small light flickered it's way through the blackness. The meager glow barely registered in the darkness. Outlines still failed to form and the dark seemed to swallow the light as if ravenous for sustenance. The dim beam shifted, though whether the source or the blackness moved, none could tell. The light began to reflect from something within the room, though the light grew no stronger. Twin orbs slowly began to light up, reflecting the pale, dim, white light off their mirrored surfaces. Were any to look on, it would appear as if some nocturnal creature stalked the dark, waiting and watching, though none knew why.
But the creature knew. It knew exactly what it had come for and why. I came for one thing, and one thing only. The being it sought. For this reason it sat alone in the dark. Waiting. Waiting in a graveyard silence. Waiting for who it sought to arrive. To come to the blackness and find the creature waiting for it. And when it arrived, it would realize. It would realize what was waiting for it and nothing could save it then.
Nothing in the galaxy would save @[member="Joseph Taft"] from the creature that waited oh so patiently, oh so silently, for him to come home.
And when he did come home. When he did open his door to bring light to the black.
He would find only Agnusdei, waiting ever so silently, ever so patiently, for him to come home...