OoC: Sadly, Senbiyu is unable to battle at the moment, so we shall have to do without him for an undefined time.

BiC:

Clouds of dust jumped up from the sods that Timaeus’ swinging feet created. The un-light illuminated them. He walked beneath the canopy of a twisted tree. Its fingertips were claws, and they raked the earth beneath. Scattered blades of grass punctured the dust.

Reaching the wall of a building, Timaeus halted his movement. He was cautious of the broken foundations that broke the ground as he circumnavigated the ruin. He came into an opening floored similarly to the rest of the darkness: with dust.

On all sides, ruined buildings lay. They were sprawled across the ground, petrified arms reaching outwards. Grit lined the edges and vertexes of the crumbling stone. Here, the darkness was thick and absorbing; it sluiced through Timaeus’ legs. He found it harder to see, and found that the shadows seemed to smother even the light that his wings gave off.

The Angel made his way through the clearing and through one of the many crumbling doors. The building, seemingly a church, was filled with pews. At the far end there was an altar of dark, wrought iron with the figurehead of an eagle, across whose shoulders a violet cloth sat. It was embroidered with gold thread that traced intricate, Celtic patterns – not dissimilar to the ones Timaeus sported – across the rich mauve cloth.

Timaeus’ footsteps echoed through the empty building. Even for this place, it was too quiet. The silence seemed to permeate reality, if that was what the darkness could be called.

“Hello?” Timaeus got no reply, so continued to inspect the area. The seats, he noticed, were covered in dust, that was to be expected. However, what stood out to Timaeus was the marks in the dust where people had been sitting. They were perfect, as if people had only just left the place, been here recently.

The Searcher walked forward, down the aisle that punctured the middle of the pews. He walked up the three steps before the altar, which he proceeded to look over. On the altar sat a bible, which he picked up and flicked through. Every page was crammed full of words, which he knew to be the teachings of the Christian God. After the pages had come to rest, he flicked through the book again, this time from back to front. Again, the same listless, religious words popped up on the pages.

Not wishing to waste any more time fumbling through shadowy churches, Timaeus grabbed a candle and candleholder and left the building, pulling the doors shut behind him. The candleholder was decorated extravagantly with amethysts and rubies that shone in the candlelight after he had lit it. The darkness seemed to glow in the light, like an ebon miasma. Timaeus stared at the darkness for a while, establishing that it actually was a thing, not a lack thereof. Abruptly, with no wind at all, the candle dwindled and was extinguished by the darkness. When he lit it again, it continued the process. Third time around, however, it would not light.

Because the candle was no longer there.

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