Billions of years ago. Helios was created under the influence to spread purely corruption and darkness, to corrode and shine his light upon all that looked, to lead them towards a false paradise. One in which they would never come back from.
HERE'S YOUR FINAL POINTER, ITS A HEADSTONE READING:
HERE'S YOUR FINAL POINTER, ITS A HEADSTONE READING:
" IF YOU WISH TO SEE MY PROJECT AS ' SILLY ' , I CANNOT STOP YOU . NOT YET , ANYWAY . "
‘ Would you like some more coffee?’
‘ Would you like some more coffee?’
" I WOULDN ' T CALL THIS ' SILLY ' , THOUGH I SUPPOSE IT ' S ALL BELOW THE LIKES OF YOU , ISN ' T IT ? "
‘ Such things can be so silly . ~’
‘ Would you like some more coffee?’
‘ Such things can be so silly . ~’
" THE DELTARUNE PROJECT IS A WORK IN PROGRESS . A GAME IN WHICH I AM . . . INTERTING MYSELF FOR MY OWN BENIFIT . RESULTS THUS FAR HAVE BEEN POSITIVE . "
‘ And how will the connection of your project play out ? ‘
‘ Such things can be so silly . ~’
‘ And how will the connection of your project play out ? ‘
He took a sip of the coffee.
" FENDED OFF ANOTHER ATTACK . CHECKED ON THE PROJECT - IT ' S NEARLY READY FOR THE CONNECTION TO CONTINUE . CHECKED ON THE TIMELINES , NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY . ALL IS . . . FINE . "
‘ What have you been up to since our last meeting ?’
‘ And how will the connection of your project play out ? ‘
‘ What have you been up to since our last meeting ?’
" IT ' S . . . " He stopped himself, glancing between the cup and the angel. " . . . SATISFACTORY . "
The angel was sitting back down, across from them.
‘ Is the coffee good ? It’s my recipe.’
‘ What have you been up to since our last meeting ?’
The angel was sitting back down, across from them.
‘ Is the coffee good ? It’s my recipe.’
He fell silent. In his mind, he had no reason to trust this... Thing. And yet, he was being given every reason. It was clear +
And the hands had entered into a temporary paralysis, unable to move . The angel coming closer, frowning .
‘ Ï would never use anyone . I have all that I need . And it is not in my nature . ‘
‘ Trust me . ‘
The angel was sitting back down, across from them.
‘ Is the coffee good ? It’s my recipe.’
And the hands had entered into a temporary paralysis, unable to move . The angel coming closer, frowning .
‘ Ï would never use anyone . I have all that I need . And it is not in my nature . ‘
‘ Trust me . ‘
Instinct. That much was clear.
" MANY HAVE TRIED . " He explained. " EACH FOR THEIR OWN REASONS . "
And the hands had entered into a temporary paralysis, unable to move . The angel coming closer, frowning .
‘ Ï would never use anyone . I have all that I need . And it is not in my nature . ‘
‘ Trust me . ‘
The angel had appeared behind them, looking down with a smile .
‘ Why would I want to use you ?’
He looked down at his coffee, the dark drink sloshing around in the, admittedly quite elegant, mug.
" WHY GO THROUGH THE EFFORT ? HOW DOES THIS ' TRUST ' BENIFIT YOU ? "
‘ I am only trying to ensure a trust between us . ‘
The angel had appeared behind them, looking down with a smile .
‘ Why would I want to use you ?’
‘ I am only trying to ensure a trust between us . ‘
He grabbed the cup, looking rather ordinary in his hand, the same grace as always.
" I AM QUITE SATISFIED WITH WHERE I AM , IF THAT IS WHAT YOU MEAN .
THERE ' S NO USE TRYING TO DRAG ME OUT OF THIS HELL . "
‘ My only intent is to make sure you’re in good spirit with it .’
A large cup of coffee appeared.
‘ I am only trying to ensure a trust between us . ‘
‘ My only intent is to make sure you’re in good spirit with it .’
A large cup of coffee appeared.
" I DON ' T SEE WHY YOU BOTHER , FRANKLY . IT ' S NOT AS IF I ' M THE CORRECT AUDIENCE FOR YOUR LITTLE RELIGION . "
He’s conjuring himself a chair , a table slowly appearing.
‘ More tea¿?’
‘ My only intent is to make sure you’re in good spirit with it .’
A large cup of coffee appeared.
He’s conjuring himself a chair , a table slowly appearing.
‘ More tea¿?’
" FRIEND ? THAT ' S QUITE THE STRETCH . " Gaster hummed. " AND NO , I DO NOT HAVE ANY PLANS TO ' RIP MYSELF APART ' ANY TIME SOON . "
The angel scoffed, having floated slowly towards the entity. Frowning.
‘ You really are a grump. Huh?’
He’s conjuring himself a chair , a table slowly appearing.
‘ More tea¿?’