Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170518164957

(Perhaps it was.)

As Artoria's hand reaches out to brush against a black leather book with beautifully engraved silver covers, Crowley sucks air through his teeth and raises a hand.

'Not that one-'

But before he could stop her, or before she could react, her hand touches the binding.

Instantly, she sees dozens of flickering shadow-images around her, like she has been shrouded in the Mara Mist once more. Some fair, some terrible, but all like dark clouds with the sun behind them.

Of a fair lakeside, a gentle breeze rippling across the azure waters.

Of darkening clouds and indistinct voices crying in anger against one another.

Of the forging of weapons and the quiet crying of those killed to make them.

Of the shadows of armies darkening the landscape, lights too bright to look at leading them.

Of that beautiful lakeside, now descecrated, the waters defiled with blood and the land tainted with the gore of gods.

Crowley gently pushes the book from her fingers, replacing it on the shelf.

'What you saw,' he begins gently, 'was a record of the first Divine War among the Sky Fathers, and the events leading up to it. A sort of visual archive. You were lucky you didn't activate it properly; you might have died from an overload of information. As I said before, my library is full of many dangerous things.'

He plucks a book from another towering stack and hands it to her, titled All The World's Folly.

'This is a compendium of research related to the magecraft that controls materials. It won't kill you, unlike some of the other knowledge in here.'

He taps her on the back, prodding her back to her group.

'One near-death experience a day, hm? Come back tomorrow for another try at running the stacks after a rest.'