Flesh Again, by Coil

Published: Dec 28 2007

He stayed within the shadows. It was comfortable for him here, a comfort found only second to being before the altar in the temple. How could Asuna wish to give up this comfort, the soft silk caress of the darkness? He floated through the temple, settling in the garden. It was his place to think things over. What would this storm bring? He nestled into the branches of the willow, meditations his plan. As he solidified, his bones rattled against the wood. He had come so far in less than a century. From a lowly shadow, to a powerful mage. His control over the shadows was stronger than ever. One of only few perks he found being sired by Atreyu. He wondered. Concentrating upon his hand, black swirling darkness formed around it, clinging to his bones. He flexed his hand, the shadows solidified into a solid darkness around it. It moved as his flesh once did. He stared at his hand, flexing it once more. Could he cover his entire skeletal frame with shadow, and have flesh once more. Cloaked forever in the dark touch he enjoyed so much. He concentrated once more, sending his powers out, pulling the darkness to him. It swirled all around in a dark maelstrom. He closed his eyes for the first time in nearly half a century as he felt the night settle down onto his bones, and solidify into flesh and skin. He stood now, as he once was, dark skinned, dark haired, and sapphire eyes. Flexing his arms and legs he leapt from the tree. This new form perhaps would be useful. He would see. See.