Fear and Truth
The magpie fluttered away from him with an indignant squawk before streaking ahead of him down the hall. “Loki is nothing but a broken vessel. It is true is that the Trickster has marked you as an ally though it makes no matter to me.” It said as it flew ahead of him, toward the pulsing light and disappearing into a haze of shadows. “My loyalty is to the Tesseraaaact.” The magpie cawed roughly from the shadows.
As Creed neared the pulsing blue light he felt a wash of relief in his burning bones.
Peace.
Victor Solomon Creed. said a voice from the center of that peace, the pulsating blue. The voice had no gender; soft and smooth like silk though it seemed to resonate with power. It shivered through him as if the feral himself were its source. It seemed so familiar as if the voice somehow knew him. A part of this voice was him.
Finally you come…It seems as though I’ve waited for centuries. As Sabertooth’s eyes acclimated to the gentle pulsing blue light, he saw that the glow centered from a gem set inside a broken crystalline cube. Come closer…Here there is only truth…a weapon which you have never feared. You have so many questions…your journey has made you tired…I offer you answers and relief.
Above Creed the magpie continued to watch with glowing green eyes, feathers shifting anxiously as it trembled. Being so close to a communion with the Tesseract made it afraid. It feared the gem’s truth as fire fears water.
ASK. The voice of the Tesseract whispered, its soothing powers washing like cool water against Creed’s fevered flesh. Tell me what you desire, above all. I will give you what you need to take it.