[ Sebastian snickers at the theatrics, since my, are they familiar! Obviously what’s being called upon is different, but the premises behind them are identical, so far as he’s concerned. Even worlds away, people are still people, after all. ]
Then I take it back! In this, I know your pain very well. Though if that is what your sort goes with as their rites, what a pity. I will at least give the exorcists credit where it is due that they have a flair for the dramatic. It is delightful to watch, especially when they are under the impression that their words and trinkets hold power.
[ The 17th century was great fun for demons of Sebastian’s ilk, what with the panic about possessions and demons that caused enough of a spike of interest to allow him to witness at least a handful. The irony had been delicious, considering none that he had witnessed had anything to do with demons. And yet, a demon had been watching the work…
And so, Sebastian draws himself up with an appropriately dour expression as he matches Emet-Selch’s mockery with a bit of his own. His accent even changes smoothly from his posh British English to Italian, since he feels it gives a bit of a better impression as to the Latin in which he heard it. ]
“Begone and stay far from this creature of God. For it is He who commands you, He who flung you headlong from the heights of heaven into the depths of hell. It is He who commands you, He who once stilled the sea and the wind and the storm. Hearken, therefore, and tremble in fear, Satan, you enemy of the faith, you foe of the human race, you begetter of death—” [ With another sly laugh, his accent switches back ] Oh, and it goes on like that for ages. A true exorcism takes hours, which I do find deeply funny. Were they ever actually speaking to a demon, we would certainly get bored at a certain point and simply kill them all for simply wasting our time.
[ ha ha good times talking casual slaughter, you know, ]
And you had to deal with that sort of nonsense countless times, really? You are either a very patient or a very merciful man, Mr. Emet-Selch, for I could only stand the once in which I was curious to witness it!
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Then I take it back! In this, I know your pain very well. Though if that is what your sort goes with as their rites, what a pity. I will at least give the exorcists credit where it is due that they have a flair for the dramatic. It is delightful to watch, especially when they are under the impression that their words and trinkets hold power.
[ The 17th century was great fun for demons of Sebastian’s ilk, what with the panic about possessions and demons that caused enough of a spike of interest to allow him to witness at least a handful. The irony had been delicious, considering none that he had witnessed had anything to do with demons. And yet, a demon had been watching the work…
And so, Sebastian draws himself up with an appropriately dour expression as he matches Emet-Selch’s mockery with a bit of his own. His accent even changes smoothly from his posh British English to Italian, since he feels it gives a bit of a better impression as to the Latin in which he heard it. ]
“Begone and stay far from this creature of God. For it is He who commands you, He who flung you headlong from the heights of heaven into the depths of hell. It is He who commands you, He who once stilled the sea and the wind and the storm. Hearken, therefore, and tremble in fear, Satan, you enemy of the faith, you foe of the human race, you begetter of death—” [ With another sly laugh, his accent switches back ] Oh, and it goes on like that for ages. A true exorcism takes hours, which I do find deeply funny. Were they ever actually speaking to a demon, we would certainly get bored at a certain point and simply kill them all for simply wasting our time.
[ ha ha good times talking casual slaughter, you know, ]
And you had to deal with that sort of nonsense countless times, really? You are either a very patient or a very merciful man, Mr. Emet-Selch, for I could only stand the once in which I was curious to witness it!