It’s hard not to listen to Rast. He’s got this way about him that makes you want to hear what he has to say.
I tried so fucking hard to warn him, but no matter what I did, he couldn’t hear me, and it made no difference, he still went throughthat damned portal. His need to help this realm completely eclipsed his usual judgement, that and then the torture that they had put him through left him not firing on all cylinders. I have no idea how he’s still alive after everything that they put him through.
The only reason why I haven’t completely lost it while he’s been gone, thinking that he’s dead and they succeeded, is for two reasons: one, Rast is the stubbornest motherfucker I have ever known, and he wouldn’t let himself go out that easily, and two, they did this bullshit ceremony, I heard them planning it.
They were going to tell Rast that they were turning him into the Ferryman, something that is impossible to do.
The Ferryman can’t be made. He is chosen by the Ancients in some complicated way that even those fuckers didn’t understand, and there hasn’t been one since the realm was set on the path of complete destruction when the King died.
Rast knows this, well, he knows that there hasn’t been a Ferryman. The fuckers are persuasive though, and they managed to convince Rast that they had been given the knowledge to make one, so that he could travel through the portal and save the realm.
Rast believed them because that’s the kind of fucker he is, under all of his stubbornness, his brashness, his standoffishness, under all of that, he wants to help, and he especially wants to help this realm.
The ritual was a fake.
I watched them make it up. They didn’t use something from a book. They didn’t want to risk Rast realising what they were up to. No, they went to great lengths to make it up and make it look as authentic as possible.
That’s how big of a threat they think Rast is, and rightly so.
The ritual was fake, and yet, Rast became the Ferryman. I’m not sure that they realise that. They know that something happened, the guy disappeared in a tornado of shadows for a moment, and then pouf, he was gone completely, but they don’t know what happened exactly, and it needs to stay that way.
In any other realm, they wouldn’t have had to go to such great extremes to get rid of Rast, they could have simply killed him. Not that he would have gone easily, and he sure as fuck would have taken more of them than they think he would with him, but if it was planned carefully enough, they could have killed him.
This is Siorraidh though.
This is where the dead come, and even though this realm has been closed for thousands of years, those who die here stay here. They don’t go to the one that Hades is ruler of.
At least they’re supposed to. Obviously, that’s the way that it works, however, since the realm started to collapse, the dead have just disappeared. No one knows what happens to them.
They clearly didn’t want to risk Rast somehow still being able to get them if they killed him. So instead they came up with this elaborate plan. They may not have been sending Rast through a portal and turning him into the Ferryman, but they were trying to replicate the spell that the King used to use in order to send the creatures back to the Abyss. I think their reasoning was twofold, if it worked, then they would have a way to send the Abyss creatures back, if it didn’t, then the spell was still relocating Rast somewhere, even if it wasn’t the Abyss, simply from the amount of magic that they were using to do it.
I think that had managed to build in a failsafe so if it didn’t send Rast to the Abyss then it sent him to Peanasachadh.
The Punishment side.
The side that no one is supposed to know how to gain access to, they had figured it out, or at least they were using Rast as a test subject. The bottom line is that if the spell went wrong, then Rast would die, so even though they were trying to avoid that, if it happened, then they would be happy.
They’re cunts.
When Rast disappeared, they thought that it had worked. I had nothing to do, so I watched them. They tried to send one of the Abyss creatures back to the Abyss, thinking that they had actually pulled off the spell that only the King could do. It was quite amusing watching them fail.
None of them wanted to test that he went to Peanasachadh, so instead they just assumed that’s where he went. After all, there were only two options.
Something in me just knew that he wasn’t there. I can’t explain it, and I never had premonitions when I was alive, so I’m assuming that it was a knowledge of the dead kind of thing.
No one knows what really happens to those who die in this realm. The dead who are good, or hell, even the dead who are bad.
I know what’s happened to the dead.
They’re still here. I’m still here.
There is a small pocket where they all go, and none of them can leave, not that it would matter because no one can hear or see them anyway. Not anymore. They’re stuck in a kind of in-between. All of them are in there.
At least all of them except me.
Because gods forbid I do anything fucking normal.
I simply walked through the wall of light, and I was here, back in the darkness. I heard a couple of the others try to follow me out, but no one could do it.
