[ The Elders' ritual had been disrupted, their ancient lives snuffed out, Rosenkreuz's grip on Schwarz broken. They were finally free... and Farfarello had made a terrible mistake. He'd abandoned his mission, and he'd abandoned his team, and for what?
Sally Schmars had used her telepathy to allow him to feel sensation -- whether he wanted to or not -- and so he felt every excruciating moment of his last hours on earth. Normally electrocution is quick and painless. His death was neither.
The pedestrian, already forgetting the frightening scarred man and his odd questions, wanders off, and Farfarello regards the newcomer with curiosity. For some reason, he thought his god would be old, wizened. Bearded, perhaps, like the character on the movie poster in the shop window across the street.
But that's doubt, and when faced with one's god doubt had no place. Smoothly, Farfarello drops to his knees, hands clasped as he beams earnestly up at Omi. ]
no subject
Sally Schmars had used her telepathy to allow him to feel sensation -- whether he wanted to or not -- and so he felt every excruciating moment of his last hours on earth. Normally electrocution is quick and painless. His death was neither.
The pedestrian, already forgetting the frightening scarred man and his odd questions, wanders off, and Farfarello regards the newcomer with curiosity. For some reason, he thought his god would be old, wizened. Bearded, perhaps, like the character on the movie poster in the shop window across the street.
But that's doubt, and when faced with one's god doubt had no place. Smoothly, Farfarello drops to his knees, hands clasped as he beams earnestly up at Omi. ]
I'm yours to command, my Lord.