X | Dravidian No More
“Why are you masked?”
She did not hurry to greet him as usual, but seemed to shrink into the corner as if frightened of him.
“We must end what we have begun, Chantilly,” he said, and threw the books onto the floor between them.
“Dravidian, what in Ursathrax ...” She came toward him in a rush, her face flushed, her eyes wide with confusion and fear.
He took a step back.
“Do not come any closer, please.”
She hesitated. “What’s happened to you? Your voice, it’s ... Dravidian, you mustn’t do this—”
“Dravidian does not live behind this mask, Chantilly. In fact, he does not live. There is only dead flesh and yellow eyes behind this façade, nothing more.”
She stooped to gather up the books.
“They should be burned,” he said.
He could not have been more cruel even h
