~M'ARASH~
~The King~
TIME: Present | LOCATION: The Abyssal Maw - Vesania - Vilor'Akash The Lightless City | INTERACTION: None | THEME: Melody of The Abyss
M'arash reclined upon his throne and smiled to himself as he felt another mortal gaze upon his maddening sign. His eye, as it were. While he couldn't actually see through the signs themselves, he could feel them. More specifically the way they slowly wormed their way into the mind's and psyches of those who looked upon them. It was a symbiotic relationship that anyone else besides him, be it a god or mortal, would probably find strange.
Not that he cared of course. He had stopped concerning himself with what others, such as his divine siblings Athrú and Ahmenophus, thought of his actions long ago. After all, why should their opinions matter?
They would fall to his madness in the end, just like everything else.
All that aside however, he found the way his sign affected different peoples minds very interesting. Over the course of his ten thousand year existence he had felt and observed some people become gibbering lunatics, incapable of doing anything other than roaming around and raving like feral beasts, after looking upon his sign, while other's had become infected with a more subtle insanity.
He found these sleeper agent types, the one's who could appear completely sane and blend in with normal mortal societies while still subconsciously being under his influence, the most useful.
And it seemed like this particular female mortal whose mind he had ensnared was one of the latter, which was perfect as it had been awhile since he'd checked on current event's in Tabrasa. Reaching out a withered hand, M'arash took control of her mind through the sign and hijacked her auditory organs. From what he could tell, she seemed to be in a back alley behind a temple to one of the old gods, though which one it was dedicated to or what city it was in, he couldn't tell. Directing the woman to listen intently to her surroundings, he searched for any conversations regarding the old gods, or their possible return. The only thing he heard however, was the sound of a gentle breeze and birds chirping.
It seemed as though they were still gone. For surely an event as monumental as the old gods return would be met with chaos in the streets rather than the same old boring sounds of nature he had just encountered.
Letting out an annoyed tsk, M'arash carefully detached himself from the mortal woman's somewhat dazed mind. While he didn't really care about the well being of human's, he did not wish to lose another sleeper agent due to a careless mental disconnect. He'd made that mistake in the past and it had cost him a valuable foothold in the village of White Dawn. One that he couldn't regain due to their newfound suspicions about his sign and how it had affected one of their own.
Resting his withered hand on the armrest of his twisted and warped throne, the god of madness slipped back into thought once again.
Where did the squabbling old gods go and when would they return? And how would their return, if it did happen, affect his work in the mortal plane?
Such questions, especially one's with no clear answers, troubled him greatly.
