You cannot see it can you? See passed the end of your own powdered nose. Self congratulations for a lull well earned. The season is in full swing now and dancing on waves of perfume and silk the parties continue. There is nothing to fear these days outside or within Jericho's Wall. Yet with all things of horror that have passed during the time of humanity a mark is left behind, you can never cleanse all the blood stain from your hands can you? Try as you might a ting of what was remains and so you refuse to look anymore, telling yourself it is just the trick of the light. A sighting of the Soulless is as common these days as a blue moon. Yet, we are foolish creatures are we not? Coming back within Jericho's Walls, letting down our presences guards. "Silence surrounds you so you cannot hear the screams." Your own fears plaguing you during this night, deafening you to the world beyond the walls which hold your bed chambers around you. The scream blanketing the dark but you cannot hear her cries for you are lost in your own pain and dreams. The sound of scraping gravel catching her attention all too late. Arrogance of superiority abounds, the simple maiden walking down the streets making no mind of the silence surrounding her in the still night air. Idle hands are the devils workshop and so are idle tongues. The rumors spread from one to another like a plague. We lock out the warnings coming to our ears. The slightest flickering of light casts long silhouettes of black and that silence that accompanies only makes each whisper of sound echo through us like the scream of a banshee. Darkness awakens within us a primal fear that is hard to ignore. Childhood fears of the shadows are not so easy to drive away in the stillness of the night. Assured in our own superiority we walk the streets but even now when we believe in the notion that we have prevailed we avoid the darkness after sunset. That we the Soulled are stronger than ones without. At least that is what we keep telling each other. Soulless do not roam the streets openly taking what they once did, as they have been driven back by the strength of the Soulled and the faith of the Devout. Each day that ticks by is like the one before it in this time of the lull.
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