The shift in brightness was enough to catch Solomon's eye, though he still avoided looking directly at it. He was a Death Bringer. According to the teachings of the Temple, he shouldn't feel small, shouldn't feel chastened, shouldn't feel threatened. Not by death.
... The necromancers of the Temple were idiots. They'd never felt death before, let alone stood in its presence. Let alone had it be the only thing they could see.
"You find it off-putting," Solomon said, rather bemused in spite of the weight of the apparition's words. "Sometimes rules are more fluid than they look. All it takes is a different perspective." So the apparition claimed to service all things, and that was true. But that didn't mean the apparition itself serviced Solomon's world, and therefore he shouldn't have to expect to run into it if he went home. There; perspective.
(He ignored, sternly, the fact that just knowing it was possible for death to become Death was equally off-putting.)
"How did you come to be?" he asked. What would happen if Solomon summoned shadows? The apparition hadn't seemed to react before. Should he try? Just to see what happened? "As you are, I mean. Death exists, obviously, everywhere, but as a walking, talking apparition?"
Did it have a link with the death-plane? Was it the death-plane? A facet of it, drawn to a point? Too many questions to ask, and Solomon didn't know how much graciousness in the face of pestering he would be given.
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... The necromancers of the Temple were idiots. They'd never felt death before, let alone stood in its presence. Let alone had it be the only thing they could see.
"You find it off-putting," Solomon said, rather bemused in spite of the weight of the apparition's words. "Sometimes rules are more fluid than they look. All it takes is a different perspective." So the apparition claimed to service all things, and that was true. But that didn't mean the apparition itself serviced Solomon's world, and therefore he shouldn't have to expect to run into it if he went home. There; perspective.
(He ignored, sternly, the fact that just knowing it was possible for death to become Death was equally off-putting.)
"How did you come to be?" he asked. What would happen if Solomon summoned shadows? The apparition hadn't seemed to react before. Should he try? Just to see what happened? "As you are, I mean. Death exists, obviously, everywhere, but as a walking, talking apparition?"
Did it have a link with the death-plane? Was it the death-plane? A facet of it, drawn to a point? Too many questions to ask, and Solomon didn't know how much graciousness in the face of pestering he would be given.