Billy groaned. He stood, pacing the floor as the false doll skittered at his heels. While the imposter kept sneaking looks at the original, it made no move to interfere with him.
"The first song," he said, with the irritation of someone repeating information that should already be known. "The song that created the world and inspired all music thereafter. The Acolytes of the Celestial Echo discovered its lost melody but only I have the power to sing it properly. The first time I used it I had enough power to bring you back from the land of the dead, though apparently your attention span took a bit longer to follow your soul."
His fingers trailed over the table, just beneath the long scroll. "With the Echo's rites and my voice, we will recreate that perfect moment when the divine song was first heard upon this imperfect Earth. I will have the power to remake the world as I please it, and my worshipers will spread my voice to the furthest corners of the globe." With the help of a little modern technology. "It will make everything I have done up until this point seem paltry."
He turned on Peter with a wide, heartfelt smile. His hand pressed to his chest. "It will be so beautiful," he promised. "No pain, no Arkham, no vigilantes to nip at our heels. All your twisted heart desires will be yours." And he knew that was quite a lot of twisted things.
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"The first song," he said, with the irritation of someone repeating information that should already be known. "The song that created the world and inspired all music thereafter. The Acolytes of the Celestial Echo discovered its lost melody but only I have the power to sing it properly. The first time I used it I had enough power to bring you back from the land of the dead, though apparently your attention span took a bit longer to follow your soul."
His fingers trailed over the table, just beneath the long scroll. "With the Echo's rites and my voice, we will recreate that perfect moment when the divine song was first heard upon this imperfect Earth. I will have the power to remake the world as I please it, and my worshipers will spread my voice to the furthest corners of the globe." With the help of a little modern technology. "It will make everything I have done up until this point seem paltry."
He turned on Peter with a wide, heartfelt smile. His hand pressed to his chest. "It will be so beautiful," he promised. "No pain, no Arkham, no vigilantes to nip at our heels. All your twisted heart desires will be yours." And he knew that was quite a lot of twisted things.