With his face hidden behind a mask, Vasska no longer remembers how he looks. He has no thoughts of his own, and simply listens to the voice in silence. The voice resembles notes of some musical instrument, yet sounds so silent — it carries a concealed madness, echoing within his chest and skull. The voice of his deity rises higher and higher, turning even louder, huskier, and more silent...
Death was only just a beginning, and Vasska had already crossed that boundary. However, there were no limits to the other side of that boundary — at the root of nothingness was chaos. He had forgotten everything from his past life, or rather, he no longer recalled it. If his master so desired, he would summon those memories once again. If not, they simply ceased to exist. The existence of the world itself was not exactly real, but the people in it remained unaware of this fact.
Vasska, concealed in his black robes, silently carries out the elder's tasks. He is naturally subservient, and obeys the elder's every command. As an agent of chaos, he had no other choice but to obey. An Unstill — this term does not precisely define what he is; only the master of this world truly knows what the Unstill are. They are the keys tucked away in the shadows of this world, and the one who can open the lock has not yet returned. But the wait wouldn't be long now. Soon... very soon.