The two plates were engraved with a language he did not recognize. The central portion was smooth like a mirror, but the outer rim was in-scripted all over. Nothing happened. The grey shrivelled organ just lay there.
A loud gong resounded, signifying the completion of that segment, and as Nervina turned to go back down the stairs. Forsythe materialised right in front of him - the heart must have compelled him to be present.
As ever, he was dressed impeccably, and looked almost proud to be invited. He was defiant, arrogant and peculiarly noble. Forsythe had all the presence and confidence of an actor out on stage.
Goober turned to Puck and whispered, "How can they judge him as being disincarnate, when he is still alive in the world?"
"Oh, he has been dead for a very long time - sequestering the bodies of those living, did not make their lives his own." said Puck emphatically.
"Oh" said Goober, who did not understand how this all worked, but was completely enraptured by this high society he now felt so very at home in. He looked down to see that the small golden dog had fallen fast asleep on his lap.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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