Some Truths
Osho's eyes narrowed, but he didn't immediately speak.
Seeing this, the being on the throne locked its head ever so slightly. Was that curiosity within its gaze? Perhaps amusement? Or both?
"Interesting. I am not well-versed in your kind, but I assumed that fear was a common trait you shared, especially in situations like this. Were my predictions off, or are you simply... special?" Hearing it speak, Osho was silent for a few more seconds, then he asked calmly.
"What are you?" His question seemed to catch it by surprise.
"What an odd question. Naturally, I am a product of your creation." Osho scoffed at this, trying to ignore how oddly familiar the thing seemed when it spoke.
