Chapter 2, Page 34: Soul Stagnation
Just a normal tea time conversation.
I actually considered cutting this bit of dialogue, but it would mean Miriam wouldn’t question the whole “deal with the Devil” story, which considering the religious upbringing she had, wouldn’t make much sense. She may be angry at her family but she still hasn’t just turned off everything she was strictly raised by.
Also LOOKIE! I got a lovely fanart of Florian and Miriam by Mayshing! She’s made the webcomics E-depth Angel and 2Masters, and is also now working on an anime series called Cante Diary! Thank you so much! 💜
I don’t have much fanart right now but I am debating making a section for it (for the Knell site too). I’m at an impasse because I should try to save some site space but I want to show love to all fanarts I get! Hmm.
In other news I started adding transcripts (below) to new pages, but still have to add them to the past ones, which I’ll be doing little by little.
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Miriam: Who could just... sell their soul? Even in a dream? Even the song, as beautiful as he managed to make it, seems like it was hardly worth giving up Heaven for. Almost like it was a cruel tease.
Florian shrugs, cigar still in hand.
Florian: The sonata became his most famous work still. Maybe he believed it was only his subconscious being creative and he had given up nothing.
Florian then looks away with a frown, but his eyes aren't visible.
Florian: ...Or perhaps the benign had already left him so uninspired. So it was an easy choice to make.
Miriam looks on with a nervous smile, not sure whether or not he's joking.
Miriam: You... can't mean what you say.
Florian looks at Miriam with a rather grave expression, a rare occurrence for him.
Florian: What good is a soul if it stagnates, Mademoiselle Pierce? If a life of so-called "purity" had left it dull and corroded regardless, then why keep it?
Florian looks away and smiles haughtily, clenching a fist near his face.
Florian: Either way... the song is a testament to the forbidden that I cannot resist.