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Anachronox ch2
Anachronox ch2
filled the air. The infatuated Serael studied every detail in it. The meticulous
The dining room was golden in color with diamond-tiled flooring. The
table was not an exception. It could seat approximately twenty people, if not
more. The wood appeared to be somewhat petrified acacia. Serael was silent.
Metatron fiddled with his fingers. He informed his guest, saying, “The
food will arrive shortly.” The ringing in his head grew loud again. It was now as
loud as the booming thunder. “Here is your plate,” said Metatron as his hand with
his guest's plate quivered profusely. The plate was made out of some silver-
colored alloy. It was not steel, which was Serael’s initial conjecture. It was
clean in fact, that one could see one’s own face better than in a mirror. Serael did.
For the first time, he looked at his own reflection; he saw his own appearance.
The first feature he noticed about himself was his skin color. It was dark.
It was not what man would consider dark. It was not dark brown. It was a very
dark shade of gray. It was dark enough that if he were to walk into one of the
features. His height was a good two inches over six feet. He was also very well
built. Serael guessed he weighed about two hundred pounds. Ninety percent of it
was pure muscle. He had a six-pack. As he felt along his arms and back, he felt
scars. They weren’t scars though, they were…tattoos. They were patterns of
multiple crucifixes.
He moved the plate, and he focused back on his face. He stared into the
elusive eyes of his reflection. They were odd – different from Metatron's own.
The “whites” of his eyes were black, but his iris was colored purple. He glanced
to his right side and noticed Metatron watching. He had not spoken to Metatron,
with the exception, of course, of requesting food. Metatron was studying him. He
was incredibly fascinated at this Serael and tried to solve the riddle behind his
behavior.
pain it caused. Serael turned his seat to face him. He set his plate back on the table
very swiftly yet carefully. He gazed into Metatron’s eyes. Metatron began to
tremble. He knew it was time. It was time to tell Serael his purpose. The ringing
“What am I; what are we,” asked Serael. Metatron answered, “We are
slowly rose from his seat. He stared at the ceiling for approximately two minutes
and then answered Serael’s question, “Wherever God is, it is there heaven will
also be." Serael smirked, “Impossible! God can’t be here, because I see Satan
right in front of me!” Metatron looked at him with amazement! He never heard
He sat back down. The ringing faded…for now. Serael looked at his plate.
The “whites” of his eyes were turquoise! He was puzzled. He could have sworn
they were black. When he concentrated on the eyes of his reflection, the color
“They react to what emotion you are currently feeling. They color will get
lighter and darker in shade determining how strong that emotion dwells within
you,” answered Metatron, who had been watching him for some time now. He
continued, “I guess blue means happiness and green means serious or stressed.”
Serael was going to ask him another question, but the creaking of the
sizeable chamber doors of the dining room interrupted him. As it opened, the
nervous Metatron’s heart pounded at top speed. He delayed Serael from knowing
once more to torment him. He knew he must bring to light the truth to Serael