Editing Friends (section)

=Epilogue=

In the deep darkness under the Imperial Palace, very few living things existed. So far from the sun, only greatly filtered and recycled air reached those depths. Only candlelight shone in the darkness, illuminating the path of two Custodes as they strode, silently, solemnly, to their posts. They stopped at their destination, bowing low to the massive edifice before them, awe-inspiring in it's shape alone...That of a massive corpse seated in a gigantic throne, many wires dangling hooked to its dessicated, rotted form. The two rose, though eyes cast down, and stood, faced away. The Custodes were ever vigilant, ever ready. But not for this. 

A lone voice shook through the depths, speaking but a single word. That voice was filled with power. Terrible, awful power. And yet, something to it was warm, fatherly, tinged with regret, but with some small hope to the end of it, as if a question were left dangling on the precipice of the following silence. The Custodes, ever ready, were shocked, but still already in a combat stance, halberds aimed and ready. 

For moments they stood, long moments. Only when they were sure there was no danger did they allow themselves to mull over the meaning of that one word that was spoken, shattering the hallowed silence of the sacred halls.

"Friends..."





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